Standing on this mountain top, the thin air makes me feel at home except the walls aren't here to keep me company. And they say misery loves company, so there is less air on this mountain, less walls on this mountain, but more life. We tend to forget there will always be company no matter where you go. If misery loves company, then somebody teach me how to be alone. I use my head to personify the dead in every room I step into. And as the life grows in the room, it fades from my body. I hear echoes from my past reminding me of my mistakes and I can only cope by bringing more company into my mind. And the more I let people in, the more I want to be let out, but I am just a prisoner of my own thoughts.
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Educated Stress
PoetryThe third collection of my poetry. All of these poems were written during my freshman year of college.
