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Its eccentric, isn't it?
to feel so much, to feel so deep
these bottled up feelings that shifts continuously
My best,
the undefeated warrior
My worst,
the shattered glass
My enemy,
me
the insanity crinkle
my laugh comes easy
change. Shift. bloom. die. shine bright. strong. dark
A new person
inside me is them
one at a time
a puppet on strings they play with
its dark
psychotic demented voice
its beautiful and bright
there's tranquility
its blue
an ocean, so deep
I can't breath, drowning
can't reach.....the top
I'm chained
let me go....
my screams
Please save me
save me from them
the voices that take over
I want to run away
but how can one run away from his own mind
the thoughts that have confined
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My Perspective
PoetryA perspective of the world I live in. [#41 in poetry on 13th May 2018]