Introvert

All it takes is a fracture to form, then I'll crumble away, I'll unravel to reveal the shadow that is me

vultures have been waiting to examine someone like me, they won't grasp the hollowed carcass to feed apon

I'm the living joke, a tangled mess to play with, my existence is as empty as the room I write this, but still you take

scratching at insanities door, begging me to enter, so I'll never hurt another soul.