I've become
A 32-year-old curmudgeon
Sick of crowds
Loud music
Weightless talk
And until now I’ve always felt guilty
For being their idea of a party pooper
But that ends today
I love what I love
I hate what I hate
That's my right
I don't apologise
Published on
June 01, 2024 13:29
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Tags:
poem, poetry