Who's free and who's sane when you look at the crowd?
Some are free in their pain, others put on a facade.
The same things that kills you from the inside, could be haunting the perky girl you walk beside.
We're quick to pass judgements without knowing the truth.
Because MY stuff is more, what could you have possibly gone through?
The lectures, interventions and friends who go silent.
They all don't know the pain and what's behind it.
Can you STOP and keep quiet for 2 seconds or so, my brain won't stop thinking and you're making it worse!
I'm trying to get out but the pains trapped me in, and disguised it's self as progress, how cunning can you get?
YOU ARE READING
T_M_SO?My endless stream of short passages
PoetryI write for those who can't find the words - I remain anonymous "All my word is strictly copyrighted and not up for reuse of any kind, especially in a malicious manner. I'm just trying to change lives."
