The world is not so bad I guess
There seems no problem in it
Atleast nothing on which I can put my finger on
So what exactly am I paranoid about?
What exactly I cant let go?
The velvet void that darkened my world
Is it created by me?
The thorns that hold me tight
Are they really real?
The things that I am scared of, to death
The people, the voices that haunt me always
Do they belong to the same dimension as me?
Am I myself, my problem?
If not what is?
I am dying to know the reason behind
The reason I'm in this fit
Am I biased, or everything is truely wrong?
Who am I?What am I? I want to know
Not all this can be mine tricks, my brain is playing
It has to start from somewhere real
But the journey after that, is that really there?
Hallucinations, dreams,fancy thoughts
I dont know what it is?
But the pain in my wounds wont stop to hurt
The blood is now frozen on my skin
Breathing becomes heavy now
My own hands choking me
It feels like I'm in a dream, within a dream,within a dream
The dilemma of me, wont let go
I have went down miles, but couldnt find to where I'm off to
I'm lost in desert, a desolation
But I dont and I wont call it peace
Peace is nowhere near the horizon
Satity and peace left me long ago
The day I disappointed myself
The day I saw my own flaws, crystal clear
But someone wont allow my rectifications
Someone in me, someone in me smiles in the dark
Someone, I cant see, but
The dilemma still beholds.....
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Me, Myself And I
PoetryYou know the time when everything around you is trouble... like no matter what you do or say people are gonna make their assumptions and the harder you try to prove them wrong, the more they think you are wrong!! So you prepare yourself, be strong a...
