Thought ye could be trusted,
But never ye could find reasons,
To hit where it exactly hurts.
Did your best to trigger it from within,
Think it in yer daydreams,
Yer idiotic tricks would make me fall,
And I'd come back to you.
Watched me as a good witch,
Sad enough hadn't ye known me fair enough as a bad bitch.
Beware ye girl,
When I'll hit,
It would create the deepest wound
You could ever heal from.
Live in daydreams of having me,
But I'll probably be starring in yer nightmares.
Ye shake hands with evil,
Which will knock you at the end.
I'll watch you fall in the same traps,
How many tears of lies would you shed for the sake of sympathy?
Remember, this soul isn't yours,
It ended there when I could see the truth more clearly.
Ye made me feel like mad,
And when I tell yeh' that I might be writing about this dorm,
Ye laughed at my face as if it'd have been truth.
But watch ye, this mad people's dorm is successful then—
Your sympathy-seeking room!
YOU ARE READING
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...
