In my mind, a stranger stands near,
So pretty, laughing without fear.
I close my eyes, try to feel what they feel,
Imagine their breath, a calm, steady seal.
I wish I were them, though I don't know their name,
Any name seems better than mine, what a shame.
I'm lost in thoughts, weaving tales so grand,
Dreaming of paths where joy's in command.
I picture where you are, what you're doing today,
Wishing I could be someone else, in a different way.
Not me, not now, not stuck in this place,
Someone new, someone free, a different face.
If only I could stop these thoughts, these dreams,
Escape these illusions, bursting at the seams.
Instead, I create a world, so vivid and strange,
Where I'm not me, where I'm free to change.
I imagine a person unburdened by my plight,
A me that's content, free from this endless fight.
But reality tugs, reminds me of what's true,
This dream, too, will fade, leaving me blue.
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Poems
PoetryPoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
