I have been called an old soul
But I also was called immature
I don't know why these thoughts have come to mind
Yet they still play in my mind
What had made me an old soul, and yet still be called immature
Was it the way I spoke, the way I carry myself, or the fact that I let myself be consumed by my compulsions
Am I still considered an old soul to others
I truly ask because I don't know anymore
As a circled the sun once more
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Mental Inner Workings
PoetryA composition of thoughts that manifest on the page. I will go at things at my own pace. If you want to comment then do if not then don't. In the end, there is hope to find company when you feel alone.
