Am I a child?
I want to ask sometimes...
Cause you make me feel like one oftentimes!
But guess what?
Just like this poem unrhymed,
My choice will be wrong again just like thine,
Even though the child within me craved to be treated like one,
To be loved like one and cherished to be like one,
So that I can be the one.
You live in a past, I live in future,
You seek the value, I seek the divine,
Oh what combination!
But never mind,
Cause neither of them were mine!
Nor will you be mine?
Yet the fantasy of imagination,
Is the biggest delight i behold,
Cause I'm fearsome,
That somebody can't hold me for whole some!
Neither do I'm, cause I'm just stuck between the delusional dice,
I'm in a chess game playing right,
Never so affordable to be hold,
Never so out of reach to not to be caught,
Are these sparkling delights of life?
Or just hint of Stardust to keep it alright?
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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...
