Numbness to my body,
A brain freeze to myself.
Nobody but everybody,
A forgotten figurine on the shelf.
Screaming with my mouth shut,
Like an out of body experience I,
Someone else is in my mind but,
I suddenly have the urge to die.
Isn't this how a psychopath starts?
I am conscious but not in control.
Feeling like I'm spinning around in carts,
I don't want this to take a toll.
My fingers are twitching,
Ming has been wiped clean,
My brain and heart need stitching,
Am I stuck in a dream?
I swear there are no voices,
Being in a soap opera without a role,
It's not me making the choices,
And suddenly I'm back in control.
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I thought this was normal but it's not and now I'm on my way to being diagnosed as bipolar, another mental illness to join the party. Nice.
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Flying Whales
PoetryTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
