180401
why are you mad , mom
that i haven't slept at 3 a.m?
why do you never ask
about the things i write on these hours?
when will you know
they are everything you asked me to tell?
why do you think
that i like crowded markets and noisy malls?
why do you say
that constantly using the earphones will worsen my hearing?
are you stopping me
from exploring my reverie?
are you going to hear
my cries for help through these words?
are you going to understand
if i say it is chaotic enough in my head?
are you trying to decide
where i should feel home at?
are you telling me
that my world is loud enough?
for as in these hours
that i try to unleash a side of me you never know
that i feel like i'm heard
that i spill everything lingering in my messed up mind
that i feel at home the most
that silence becomes everything that matters.
so why are you mad
that i'm awake at 3 a.m?
____ . ____
well seriously tho it's 3 a.m and i actually need sleep cause it's a school day smh
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Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
