In a world with so many theories and battles, I battle with myself the most.
With self hatred, doubts, insecurities, and anxiety.
I often feel trapped in my own depression along with the cruelty of the word and society.
I wish I was invisible and unable to feel more times than I'd like to admit.
Things that are seen as materialistic and attention seeking never really grasp my interest.
Although those things are really the means of our time.
I often feel as my physical being is non-existent and my mind is never here.
So technically, Where am I?
Who am I? Why am I here? What's the purpose?
Trapped in my mind.
In a whole different dimension an foreign one with no ideal purpose.
Jae Thoughts
Circa 2017
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Misunderstood Thoughts💭
ПоэзияJust my real & deep thoughts at times.... hope some can relate🌹
