Sometimes I do feel something is watching me
Sometimes I also think someone is stalking me
Sometimes I do feel I'm not residing in this body
Sometimes I also think I'm just confined in the body
They call it my body, I like to mention it as her's
Sometimes I do forget difference between a Home and Asylum
Sometimes I do misinterpret between I and her
I like to talk to myself but I feel it's no me in this self
I like to have conversations in my head but this head isn't mine, I guess
Sometimes I replace I with She
Sometimes I do replace mine with her's
They say there's no she and it's just me
They say it isn't Asylum it's Home, your Home
Sometimes I repeat this to her
"This isn't Asylum it's Home, your Home"
Once I managed to think this body is mine
"We share it" then she whispered in my ear twice
Sometimes I talk to her
Sometimes I talk to me
Sometimes I feel being watched
Sometimes I feel being stalked
Sometimes I overthink
Sometimes she thinks over
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Poets Love Their Fate!
PoetryA collection of poetry and poems, written passively... Did you check the book just because you liked the its cover? Don't worry, you won't regret.
