Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Swaying.

It feels like,
Ever since I was
Just a child
I've been swaying.

It feels like,
Ive been falling
In and out,
Of reality.

I'm 18 years old,
And yet,
In my head
I've had 6 birthdays.

I have finished school,
And yet,
In my head,
I have only finished 3 years.

I have so much missing time.
I wonder what it feels like,
To remember your childhood.

It must be nice.