I always thought
                              that I understood
                              a good deal
                              about people.
                              I always picked everything apart
                              and could see things for what they were
                              and I was almost never wrong.
                              But now I get the feeling
                              that I'm only scratching the surface.
                              Everyone I thought I knew
                              is changing
                              and I see their other sides
                              through the broken glass
                              and I'm terribly
                              confused.
                              The people I looked up to
                              are nothing but snobs
                              and the people who were my friends
                              are leaving me in the dust
                              to rot alone.
                              I see people
                              who act like best friends when they're together
                              and gossip behind their backs
                              and the whole thing makes my head ache.
                              I thought I'd seen it all
                              but I was so very wrong.
                              And now
                              I'm almost never right
                              and I keep making mistakes
                              and everyone makes me feel worse than I was before.
                              And I think
                              that this is what
                              madness must be:
                              when your entire world
                              gets turned upside down
                              and you're never entirely sure
                              what's real and what's imaginary,
                              and what's right and what's wrong.
                              Every step could be a misstep
                              that sends you further down
                              and there's no way out.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
 
                                               
                                                  