My mind is different from all of yours,
I don’t have a big ego, but I know I am right,
It’s like you can’t grasp the idea of the truth,
It’s like it’s there but not there,
They say: the truth will intoxicate your youth,
But is that really true?
My dream is different from all of yours,
I am a flame of a raging fire,
I crawl up to success only to find no oxygen,
It’s like it’s there but not there,
I wonder: when will someone stop this fire and let me burn?
My wish is different from all of yours,
I wish for you to see me, just once,
To tell me: “You’re going to be okay”
It’s like you’re there but not there,
Maybe I should put the lamp back and watch you disappear.
My thoughts are different from all of yours,
I am not what you think I am,
You say you love me but do you really?
It’s like love is there but not there,
Why would you abandon me in my thoughts?
Where all the demons lie.
My fears are different from all of yours,
I don’t wear helmets like you,
My brain is an open sculpture,
It’s like I am gone but still there,
I want someone to close this exhibit,
And let me be alone.
My heart is different from all of yours,
In fact, I don’t have one,
I can still hear it’s beating,
It’s like it’s beating but too slow,
Why won’t someone destroy it?
Do they really care that much?
My death is different from all of yours,
I was a needle in a haystack,
Someone found me, turned me into a ring,
It’s like I wish they didn’t, but I did,
I saw a family, a happy one,
I wish I said my goodbyes...
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Are You Really There?
PoetryAgain, another slightly depressing poem i wrote for a class project.