The world inside my head
Is truly a scary place
Thousands of hungry monsters smiling in my face
Telling me things I never thought I had knew
Stringing all my thoughts along my mind's wall askew
The world inside my head
Is truly a magical place
Where anything could happen, and I could go at my own pace
No-one telling me how to or what life to live
Because in my head, I've no need to breathe, that's ridiculous.
The world inside my head
Is truly a strange place
Indeed, very strange it is, you should see me at 2am
My mind runs wild, screaming in circles wild like a hen!
And I let it all out, because it is 2am.
The world inside my head
Truly is a wonderful place
Its much better than outside
I draw the curtains on my eyes
And think of something new
Something better than this world that my body is attached to
While my mind truly is quite an interesting place,
Sometimes even I must remember, it is not my only grace.
I've got music playing on replay
Every second of the day
And my mind is never silent, with always something to say
And sometimes, and only sometimes! I let it speak aloud
Like in this very poem, I might one day read in front of a crowd
While my mind is truly quite an amazing place,
It's nothing compared to what I've written down, Oh no!
Words cannot truly describe its state!
The world inside my head
Will always be mine and mine alone
You're not welcome inside,
This is strictly an introvert's home.
So my apologies if I forget a birthday or two...
It's just that my mind might be a little too busy for you
But know that I love you, still, just the same!
Its just, every time my mind speaks you call me insane.
And I guess I can understand that,
It's quite an interesting thing
What my mind can come up with
At only two in the morning.
And while the world inside my head is one I create,
I remember more of it than I do of that grade
The one I got long ago that caused me some despair
But once I realized how little that one grade mattered,
I didn't care
Because I am now writing a poem
About how much I swear; I am not mad!
Hark!; I swear I'm not!
It's just the things that come to me, in the little world inside my mind...
They define who I am
And I should know;
For I am writing this, at 2am.
-Alice Calbri
1/21/21
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Poetry of Alice Calbri
PoetryThis is just a book of random poems that I write! (And I might post some on here that my friends have written as well.) Some of them talking about inspirational matters, others touching on details about some things that you might relate to, and othe...
