No, I don't hold self-hatred, no, I don't blame,
No, I don't disguise life,
No, I don't listen to them, I don't allow it to affect me.
Oh, there are boundaries taller than the world's tallest building,
Oh, there are scars trailing from the past,
And every time I try to trust,
They scratch them, making them deeper.
No, I'm not sad or lonely,
Yet it is empty within, and still, it hurts.
No, I'm not holding onto past regrets;
I believe I found my self-worth.
Yet all those embarrassing moments of the past
Hit me so tensely.
Yet I still think of acceptance from them.
Oh no, I'm moving on;
There's no shadow from my childhood left,
Yet I still think of the dreams I held,
Yet still, the unfulfilled childhood haunts me.
Oh, I'm not afraid of anything,
Yet this sensitivity to even slight violence
Makes me hear voices—
Their loud voices have become pangs in my sleep,
Their complaints have turned into my nightmares.
Oh, I tried my best, and I've reached where I wanted to be;
It's so good here.
Yet everything's so new.
Oh, I'm doing just fine—being creative, so intelligent,
Yet I'm dumbfounded,
Lost in the delusional world of this dorm.
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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...
