I'm in the turmoil again,
Turmoil of my thoughts and desires, reality and dreams, good and bad,
It's so simple than why my mind is making such a fuss,
As if it's so complicated,
From which I was gaining the delusion of love,
Again choosing the wrong one,
Again chasing the false love,
The players seems like lies now,
What am I to think so lowly of me?
Cause it's me in the end,
Who'd end her self worth with these endless self-doubts,
Why am I making it worse?
Lord save me and make things little less rough,
Break this illusion of ending up alone,
Turn this hopeless romantic to rational creature,
What's appear in my head is the rare season of reality,
Which I'm not sure if even in my sanity,
Whether it'll bloom in my garden,
Cause it's still hard to think,
What is enough?
Want to bring in the change,
Which reflect better if human being,
Not the monster apear in my dreams!
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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...
