I know that something is wrong
My mind is not right
I shed tears
More than average
Over things I can't see
I convince myself that life is not real
But people make it seem so authentic
So am I just going crazy
Is it not normal to believe
In things that nobody else sees
The thought that I am the only one
Not sucked into oblivion
I see things that I wish I couldent
Things that make me seem small
Alone
Nobody sees like me
Why can't anybody else realize
That this life we live
Is just a big fat joke
So what are we
We float here trying to make sense
Of nothing
Heck, for all I know this could be a dream
I could be writing this poem
While actually not writing it
But living it
We could all be waisting our time
In believing in a higher power
When the real power
Lies within our brains
Or does mine just stretch to places others have not been
The trees.
They talk.
Every time the sway.
Words like music talk to their friends
The ones in wheelchairs
The kids at school, seen to be disabled?
Maybe they are just way more smart than we are
And we just are incapable of understanding their greatness
The stars.
Are freckles.
And our universe
Is just a face of a being
living in another cosmos
And the thoughts inside our heads
Are other little lives themselves
Have you ever wondered where your dreams come from?
What if they are the real world.
And where i sit now.
Is just a dream
What if the deceased
Do not go to heaven
What if they come back
And repeat this hell
Over
And
Over
So that would mean that even if
I did get to the point
Where I wanted to end it all
I couldent really leave
I would just come back.
And so I cry.
Does that make sense?
No?
I'm.
Just.
Going.
Crazy.
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
