Living

People misunderstand us

They don't grasp how our mind works

They don't seem to understand why we'd rather drown in the pages of a book

Instead of looking them in the eye and saying a few words.

I'm tired of everyone telling me to 'Live a little'

But I am living

I'm living in stories

I'm living in the scent of those pages

I'm living in the ink of my pen

Just because they don't see me dancing at parties

Or rnning around at concerts

Doesn't mean I'm not living

Or does it?