Every time I look out of the window
There they are
Ghosts from my past
Looking straight back at me
With those bitchy eyes
And wicked smiles
It's either that
Or I see dead people
I know I'm going
Insane as fuck
When I say these unbelievable things
But to me, they're realer than real
It's mind blowing actually
But now I'm just terrified
As shit
Just like my whole ass life
I don't know
What the fuck
I'm seeing at the moment
But it's real to me
Every part of it
But no, I'm crazy
No one takes me seriously
Not serious enough to write it down
Apparently
So what's the point
In telling my complicated sad ass story
If no one actually wanna care or listen
- Mel Rose
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Poems by Mel
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