My inspiration doesn't stay long
I feel brain-dead
Somebody's unscrewed my head
And taken my thoughts
My ideas are missing
They stay unwritten
They were stolen from me,
An empty mask of glass
You can see right through me
And you break me even more
You throw sticks and stones at me
You're sticks and stones are your words
You pester me until I answer
And you send me away
For telling the truth
You bring everybody into this
This is obvious
You tell them I'm insane
But that doesn't mean I don't have feelings
You have broken me.
LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE
but you wouldn't dare do such a thing.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Mean Anything to Me
PoetryPoetry about things that you could understand, but not in the way I understand it.
