My own thoughts stop me from what I know I can't do
But sometimes my desire is stronger than what I show
My mind covered in wrap paper makes me suffocate
Confused
Question marks floods my thoughts
Lines scratch out my ideas
Paper around the floor
I draw what my brain tells my hand to do
Lines
Straight lines crossing
It all depends on how many problems my mind is drowning in
Many
I still don't get it
My body shakes with desperation
My soul wants to be saved
But my body is stubborn of letting go the only thing that remains in me
The walls close on me
Screaming what I'm doing wrong
My weakness stops me from defending myself
Caught
I'm caught between the reality and the world that my own mind makes
So...so pretty~
A perfect world where I can fit
Where I'm not afraid of being myself
Where eyes don't force you to be afraid
Where words don't force you to be intimidated
I want to fit somewhere.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a stranger.
PoetryWhat your eyes are reading, are thoughts of a person that lets everything out to a simple writing, but with a lot of feelings.
