I wake up to a world that is sideways towards the south
Where right is wrong and wrong isn't quite right
Where the grass is aqua green but so is the ocean
Where the ground is made of plastic but the sky is made of sky
When I look at the sky all I see is bundled air
My friends used to call it cotton candy
Until it stopped tasting sweet
When I walk the empty fields of wheat they become corn
Dandelions to sawgrass
And tulips to empty bushels of thorn
Everything you say is wrong here
No matter how right
It's Everyman for him self
But Everyman wants to die
Tell me mother
How am I supposed to stand straight in a world where north and south are sideways
But east and west are upside down
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Poetry made by me
PoesíaAs a person that's just generally depressed all the time I write a lot of poetry, and because of this I need a place to not only dump all of it, but also got lots of praise because I'm a wench for attention, just the kind of poetry you can show your...
