A composure of thoughts
_ Hi there, just a little poem that sort of just sprung into my head really. Make what you will of it. _
I used to shun people, they thought me rude.
I had stranded myself on an island of solitude.
But then I realise what I have been missing.
If only I had learned before but my mind was closed, I wasn't listening.
I claw and I bite as I try to get in.
A situation that it seems I can not win.
I try to be known, but they ignore my bark.
Still isolated, swallowed up by the dark.
Yet still I hope that some way, some day.
I shall no longer be looked upon as a waif, a stray.