I don't know where I'm going.
All I know is that I'm going somewhere.
People who've gone everywhere want to go nowhere.
People who've gone nowhere want to go everywhere.
I don't really care where I go,
I just don't really want to stay here.
Bad memories.
Deadbeat dad.
Malignant mom.
Dystopian Childhood.
The thoughts.
Oh, God... The thoughts.
My thoughts haunted me, day and night.
They still haunt me.
Disassociation, cognitive dissonance, sociopathism.
I'm not who you think I am.
I'm who I think you want me to be.
You can tell me how angry you are,
When you're so angry, you don't feel anything.
Maybe the reason I'm so crazy, Is because I haven't felt happiness in so long.
Is it so crazy to think that,
Maybe going crazy isn't such a bad thing?
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Poetry: Good, Bad, And Really Bad
PoetryA collection of all of my poetry. I will add some every now and again, so don't freak out.
