Shall I tell you who I am?
I know not who I am
but I'll tell you this.
My heart is engulfed in a black wildfire.
My fingers long to intertwine around a knife.
My eyes yearn to see my loved ones safe.
This is what I see.
What you may see
is something completely insane.
The one ever there says I'm cold.
The one across the room says I'm clingy.
The one by the window says I'm loud.
The one at the desk says I'm quiet.
One says I'm shallow.
One says I'm deep.
Says I'm straight forward.
Says I'm a labyrinth of thoughts.
A heart filled with sunshine.
A soul drowned in black ink.
With eyes alive with passion.
While hazed over and lifeless.
Shall I tell you who I am?
I still know not who I am.
But I'll tell you this.
My mind would be a terrible, terrible thing to read.
YOU ARE READING
A Look Inside a Crazy Mind
ŞiirI am crazy. Insane. Fucked up. My friends are crazy. Insane. Fucked up. This is a look inside my crazy, insane, fucked up mind. My 2 am thoughts, my fears, the truth. This is all I know about myself, which isn't much. This is me.
