introversion – sixty two


Judge me as much as you want,
just don’t let me anticipate,
leave me to my anxiety,
a still lake,
cast not a stone with your glaring eyes,
it’s the ripple before it reaches me,
that agitates.


Quell your souls with this beautiful piece.

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