I surprise myself
By digging out buried memories
It's sometimes hurtful
It's sometimes sad
It's a bit difficult to explain
Why I came at!
I amuse myself
With emotional torment
With bittersweet joy
It's a chemical mixture of all possibilities
Where do I think I lie!
I confuse myself
By calling upon all the words
Confounding my mind
With tsunami of problems
I dwell in this world
All but nothing by my side!
No, it's not a sad story
Nor a sad life that I live
I've labeled myself an Introvert
Who enjoy sadness and the imagination
Which never fails to perceive
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