I do not feel anything, to a degree.
I've grown to an age where experience is meaningless.
The odd party and the pointless conversations bore me
beyond words.
People find comfort in compliments, and me?
I just find happiness in being left the fuck alone.
I never will be your friend because I am honest, and that is me truly doing you a favor.
So, I'm sparing your fragile ego before we even say hello.
I don't want to read my pages, let alone yours.
John Patrick Robbins, is a Southern Gothic writer his work has appeared in.
Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazinze, Disturb The Universe, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Fixator Press, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Dope Fiend Daily.
His work is often dark and always unfiltered.
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