Crowd full of people,
Head full of thoughts,
She's living in Mad People's Dorm,
Lost along the wood,
She's screaming round the mad one's dorm.
Life feels vacant,
Standing alone,
Want to live, laugh and live free,
But hate the idea of being around the wrong ones again,
Hate the idea of living with toxicity again,
Even if this solitude will brought her loneliness but she's safe.
She's close to mad people's dorm,
Living like the vulture,
Eating like the dead and gone,
Hating all the cultures,
That are taking each other's lives.
Roaming through forests,
Like the blood thirsty wolf,
Crossed the limits of madness,
She's waiting below the earth to find sky,
Living in hunger of mad people's dorm.
Living in Mad People's Dorm,
Finding joy in solace,
She lived like a ghost,
In a crowd full of humans,
Yet the idea of Mad People's Dorm,
Came flickering in,
And she became the part of the world she created.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
