Been the bravest soldier living in this dorm,
Tried to fight it with all my might,
Yet couldn't resist it.
It's not exactly what it was before,
And with no regrets, I gave it a try.
But why did almost every one of them hit
Exactly where it triggers?
Oh no, thought they could be trusted.
In the end, what was loved wasn't me—
It was all I could give: empathy, value,
And the cost they placed on me.
The only thing I chase is fame,
The only thing I live for is the respect
I'll gain from all that money.
Oh, don't call me heartless,
Cause I tried, tried, and tried with all my might—
To love, to let go, to place them right.
And still, they barged in, showing their true colors.
Oh, I'm thirsty, but I don't want to drink poison,
I'm hungry, but I don't want to lick the knives.
I'm afraid to be wrong in someone's story,
Yet the damage is done.
They did me wrong, and I did the same,
Don't know how to find right and wrong.
Often, I'm stuck between my past self and present,
Making decisions.
Oh, I don't want to be what they want me to be,
Yet I'm trying, trying, and trying to resist with all my will.
But they look at me with sympathetic eyes,
As if I'm someone pathetic.
No, I'm so strong;
That's why I've been here, even after hell.
Don't know why I care—just know I'm trying,
Trying, and trying.
Even after all those threats,
Even after the dramas and traumas,
Even after the responsibilities of things that aren't mine.
Don't know what to hold on to, yet I'm trying,
Trying, and trying.
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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...
