Grey

A sonnet unveiling the introvert's soul.

They call me an introvert

But I read introverts are, "monochromatic souls with colorful heart"

But I am not sure if it is correct

Or to define me, if these are right words to start

Sometimes I feel like an idiot

Who has high hopes for his life

But I don't know if I will get what I expect 

I don't even know if I'm gonna survive

I'm just a boy at his teenage

Someone with a broken heart

Trying to push the world away

Trying not to fall apart

I have a beard and a moustache

But sad endings make my heart ache

I easily believe in people

But feel sad when I figured them fake

I'm just an evening breeze

Running to chase the moon

I am not against the sun

But I prefer nights over noon 

I'm just a couch potato

Always lying in the bed

Reading books, writing poems or

Wasting time with my friends

Even after saying all this

I don’t know where I stand

I feel I'm just a broken soul 

Fallen from abyss, on this holy land.

Author's Note

ignore grammar...