Feelings swirl all around me,
making me wonder if I'm crazy.
I can't stop this little voice in my head,
the one that fills me with so much dread.
Readying myself in the case of
something dangerous this way comes.
It's not like anything I know
but only what the mirror shows.
I'm afraid to look inward
and examine what I've felt and heard.
Maybe it's just me overthinking
what will pass so easy.
End a life to stop despair.
But what if despair is already there?
I feel often like a twisted zombie,
losing brains instead of gnawing.
No one can know of my ruminating
for their own sake, for their own safety.
I scribble on pieces of paper and tablets,
smiling, calm, instead of shrieking madless.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
to witness the union-I'm not and okay.
Let us bow our heads and plead
that her thoughts don't success into deeds.
Scared and witless, I doth protest
to the beating of my heart. Give it a rest!
Friends, if I had any, would beware
at the way my eyes twist. I'm something. Fear.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
