if you could see into my brain,
you'd see a lot of pain.
and emotions, all bottled up like witches potions,
ready to be used in a curse.
except
those bottles don't get opened, not often.
if you could see into my brain,
you'd see my dreams.
aspirations, hopes for the future.
also a lot of memes.
stories to tell, places to go, things to see.
how these silly little rhymes and this stuff i call "poetry" gets created.
my inspirations, admirations, and the people i look up to.
my fears, my tears, my in-betweens.
the nonsensical thoughts that constantly parade through my head,
a few becoming these poems i write.
if you could see inside my brain,
you could see how sometimes i cry a lot,
and how i'm scared of things,
how i see myself,
how my imagination runs wild,
how i fall into these pits of empty,
you'd see everything and you'd see nothing.
if you could see into my brain,
you'd see me.
if i could see inside of your brain,
what would i see?
