I'm out of this world
I've always felt different
Too aware of the skin
That stretches over my bones
Muscles that ache
Third eye open
I welcomed myself
Into the other place
Here they call it
Mental illness
But we all know
That is a lie
I see things others cannot
I feel sensations
Unfelt by those around
My heart stops beating
Every night
When I'm greeted by them
And I wake to sounds unplayed
Absence of sound
Absence of sanity
Filled by the unpercieved
There is more of us
I learned
And you cannot deny us
What we know to be a truth
Obscured by your tangents
Of lies interwined
Choking strangling
Pulling us under
Your idea of normalcy
YOU ARE READING
Poems 2
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
