Archaic
Sad to say I was an expert
Introvert but,
Fully aware of how to do dirt
It takes work, calculated thoughts
Concealing my fault
Secrets stuffed in a vault
Hoping I don’t get caught
Living how I was taught
Cruising,
Life on default
Shackled by obsessions
Needing dire corrections
Erasing preconceptions
Erasing expectations
Develop communication
Killing these shallow notions
Interpreting my emotions
Spilling onto this paper
Sometimes, I’m filled with anger
Sometimes, I relish danger
Sometimes, I need patience
Since the dawn of creation
Humans have Runaway
Leaving themselves astray
Looking at it that way,
As I sit in this misery,
Will I be the one,
To repeat history?