Pulverized Mind

My head hurts so bad, is it going to crack?

My mind can't stop thinking about clowns and scarecrow. Even angels do have their wicked schemes,

I am bothered by the fact that this was supposed to be a gift. But instead of me, cherishing it... I want it away.

When I was young and carefree, they call it a gift,

When I became matured, they call it a weird thing,

When I am ready to live my life, they ignored it...

But when I am ready to love, I was a freak.

I am an Author, yes. I am.

It is my dream to be one too, and I thought that it will help me to be one.

But one day, I am sure;

I will regret being one.

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