A fragment of my own mind,
I fight my way through.
I'm broken and I'm lost,
Yet I'm still standing.
I'm a puppet now,
My body being controlled
By the monster that's now me,
While I watch on the sidelines.
I'm cracked,
All of me is scattered.
The puzzle that is my life,
Will never be solved.
One day I'm kind, the next psychotic.
I'm still me though,
I just never know which me.
Who will I be next?
We laugh together,
But you never see the whole picture.
You never see how much it hurts,
You never see the broken me.
I'm snapping more and more,
And I'm beginning to like it.
I'm carefree and get to live,
But for now I must return.
I'm jumping around,
Who am I?
Am I that kindhearted person,
Or a silent killer?
I'm a monster
I'm a sweetheart
I'm a freak
I'm loved
I'm stable.
But I'm starting to question:
Was I ever truly
Sane?
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Penny For Your Thoughts
PoetryJust a poetry book I decided to make. Topics vary and I have a random update schedule. Hope you like it! Thank you so much for all the support you guys are giving me for this! I thought I'd say this now, but most of these are based on me. I've had a...
