To be an introvert is not a bad thing. To keep silent in fear of your identity being taken is a reality that rings true. Harvesting this repression into self loathing will only take this well guarded entity and corrupt it. So perhaps, to save ourselves from our destructive forces we must first find beauty in our thoughts, and cherish the thought they are not tainted by the world.

A poem i empathise with, a sad account of a life, but one that has only begun.

Great Write

Naerwen