I think and I think
And I thinkI'm alone. By myself.
With my thoughts.How can you believe words on a screen
When you can never be sure what they mean
When the speaker can't even be seen
With so many lines in between
It could all be just a scheme
Or maybe all just a dream
Made up by some big machine
Or someone with low self esteem
Just hoping that they can redeem
Themselves from someone unseen
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoesíaPoems of my feelings. Full of real events and real feelings. Also real nothing.