I’m too much for everybody
I’m too much for myself
I guess I’ll always be socially deficient
Might as well get high all alone
The only time I feel okay
No one knows what to do with me
And I don’t know what to do with myself
I guess I’ll get drunk and hang out on the internet
You should just forget about me
And I’ll forget about myself
Dancing alone in my room
The only time I feel okay in my skin
My Existential Diary 
I loved the honest words and the verbal poetry dear poet. A poem for you.
“Please stop and dance with me.
Please slow dance near the sea and
be free of the noises of life.
You are my wild-child,
who hate walls and demanding voices.
You told me often.
Love is too hard for me and people want to take everything from us.
I told you. Freedom cost loneliness,
freedom had due payment.
Some of us want everything and nothing.
One day, dancing alone.
We will miss someone.”
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Beautiful poems, thank you for your kind words John.
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You are welcome B.
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