i guess this is normal for a sober high drunk teenage girl, (to diminish all that i am to this is profound,) but then i suppose it's normal to feel like i'm insane? i laughed far too much then i should have, i felt wet in my eyes. sometimes i laugh lowly with a deep growl, sometimes with an uncontainable smile on my face. sometimes i smile so big, so much, so proud, like there's a force that's stretching my face. but the force is a feeling of obsession, or of some type of evil plot. like no one suspects a thing.
aye, me. oh, day. oh pattern, to my dismay.
aye me, i'm free, aye thee, i shall partake.
i can't partake, but i will. i know myself.
i feel free when i live it up this way, and yet to feel free (from you,) i feel as though i need to wrap myself in covers and put myself in a box.
it's one of those nights again. i haven't had one of these nights in a long time. it's been such a long while without these feelings, these feelings that i know all too well, and i don't know if it feels good to be back.
i'm laughing maniacally
and no i can't lie to me
this is the true side of me.
YOU ARE READING
GTR's Poetry
Randommy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
