Inside
The fictional world I dream consumes me.
The false reality of joy, excitement.
It endures me.
When thoughts turn dark,
the pain in my mind confines me.
My insides separate a world from the outside.
Who is she?
Who is me?
Bring me to a happy place,
I beg my conscience.
I must escape the false reality of the outside.
The inside thoughts are the only truth I know.
The real thoughts are false.
You must believe.
What isn't real is most real.
Even the craziest, wildest dream.
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The Green Book (Poetry)
PoetryThis book includes many subjects of poetry including sad, happy, thoughtful, anger, current events, and much more. This is all my personal poetry written by myself. Enjoy.
