Imposters

Perhaps I am a loner by nature
It must be a disease I've been born with
Feasting on imagination I try to survive
And beauty for me is just a projection of the eyes
By which my soul has been ripped apart
I grieve for someone that I have never known
Hoping that unknown person would be a cure
That somehow, someday, someway she would find me
For I'm so tired of being messed up with the imposters

Nyi
19.5.2012

Author's Note

simple words

Reviews

[nishalization]

Nice...
simple n sweet. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I had few friends in my life. I wanted to travel and learn. Hard to maintain a friendship. I like your thoughts and the ending. Real friends are few. Many imposters. A real friend will be there for you when you need them. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote