Sensitive Kind
Bruised in the core
Battered to smithereens
Daggered in the heart
Experience so unnerving
Sentenced to the gallows
Convicted without trial
Fame and money mean nothing
How were they to know
Trusted one and all
Spoke the mind out
All that came back
Was ungainly diatribe
Torpor and guilt
Deep to the hilt
Now, I truly know
Rest, simply ignore
None will understand me
Mad like a solitary bee
Still, this is what I am
A sensitive kind
Like just another deluded living being!
: Written by Time Traveler
