I feel sorry for you.
Your not shy,
Your self consumed.
Its people like you i give a chance,
But only one.
Im not dissapointed,
Im satisfied.
Not for a moment did i have you wrong,
You should be the one dissapointed,
That in a sea of people,
You stand out.
Why?
Because while everyone else glows a form of light,
Your switched off,
a number.
Nothing amazing at all.
 

Just so everyone is clear
My old journal is
xombieguts