I'm stuck somewhere in between my mind and reality.
Which side has more of me?
I think differently.
It's obvious when you compare me.
In the middle I feel like a ghost.
Not really here, but not really gone.
I feel almost nothing but this sad nostalgia.
Like I don't belong anywhere at all,
everything is familiar.
But at the same time, so distant.
Maybe I'm the distant one.
Dreams meld into reality, why is she still with me?
Not really with me, but she won't leave my dreams.
Or is it just the memory of who I used to be?
When I am no one, who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Alone in my room, ignoring everything.
Ignoring everyone.
And reality.
9/15/17
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Bad Poetry for Nobody But Me
PoetryI've been writing more since I stopped talking to everyone so I guess I'll post some here for no one to read. More for safe keeping than anything tho tbh.
