crazy
they think i'm crazy
describing emotions
that aren't real
crazy
help
they think i need help
when i'm perfectly fine
living this life i've chose
help
depressed
they think i'm depressed
overly sad to the point
where i've lost it
depressed
truth
no one knows the truth
i can't even seem
to figure it out myself
truth
overthinking
overthinking through the night
while other minds are resting,
dreaming,
mine is active
overthinking
fine
i know I'll be fine
time to adjust
is all i need
fine
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poetrythis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
