I'm scattered thoughts,
A thousand pages on the wind.
Love or logic?
What makes sense?
My mind went from one-lane road
To a labyrinth with no solution
Where is the order in the chaos
Who am I anymore?
Avoiding labels;
Depressed, antisocial, suicidal
I never liked admitting such cliches.
Surely there's nothing wrong with me?
No disorder clouding up my brain
"Just a phase" I claim
But what phase is this called now?
Just a teenager adjusting to life,
Or a goner soon to be leaving it?
Stop demanding such certainty of me!
That's what I'd scream at my reflection
And if reflections could talk
Mine would just shake its head regardless
"Who are you?"
Who am I?
WHO AM I???
I DON'T KNOW
I... don't know.
I'm sorry.
I can only conform to the diagnosis set for me
But strip me of a label,
And you'll find that all that's left
Is a blank white page
Uncertainty written all over it
In invisible ink.
YOU ARE READING
Notes
RandomA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
