Everything feels disconnected
I read my own words but I can't find myself
Is this what it's going to be?
Years from now turning around and realizing
I don't know the person I have become?
Awfully bright lights
Songs too loud for background
And it's all just white noise
And I'm just white noise
How can I expect to be memorable
If I can't even remember me?
Awfully bright lights
Unfamiliar faces with slurred speeches
This is what it all boils down to
And I'm not sure I can handle it
I don't think I was made for this
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíafailing lights & sleepless nights (ramblings of a mad person) IMPORTANT! The drawings that accompany my words are not my doing, I take no credit for them whasoever.