A corner ; category= poem

A Corner

I remain sat in a corner
I think the whole day
Those thoughts do not stay

I see everyone
Laughing, playing, gossiping
I don’t speak to them
Why should I speak?

I prefer a corner
Where I am my own mourner
I don’t give them an entry pass
Why should I? If I do, then they will
Surely mock

 will judge me
Will mock if I insist on not following their trends
And will trouble me

But who cares?
Judge me —
Sludge me, but
Just give me my corner

I promise I will not dare