Does it scare you that
We are just a carbon copy of what we
Read, hear, and see
Because if then we don't really know what's real
We just choose to believe what we want
Staring at my laced pink curtains feeling every hair attached to my body plucked
Listening to a song that reminds me of
Sticking your tongue out when the dentist demands
In a room splashed in white paint
It almost seems unreal, one googly eye that was glued to my forehead
You would think it was a cartoon
When you look back at it all
I feel as if I'm a stranger to myself
My reflection is unknown, if I looked at myself in your eyes
I wouldn't know me anymore
Because we all choose what we want to believe
Not what's real
Nothing's real anymore
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesíaHere are some of my poems and useless writing that I'd hope some of you would enjoy xx
