Minutes become hours,
then hours to days.
I stay up and hope,
or I sleep and I pray.
For someone to notice,
someone to call out.
I'm drowning in myself
and can't find a way out.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
