People act like they know me.
Act like they know what it's like to be "free".
Freedom? What a joke.
Locked inside the bars of my own mind, rattling the cells but no one hears me.
Screaming, fighting, hoping but it's no one.
Me and him,
In my mind we're alone together trying to understand if he's like the other.
Isn't it a trip that he's only in my dream?
Appearing to me as my idol, twisting my thoughts, what if it's all a scheme?
A damn scheme to make me lose myself in the maze of my own thoughts.
Rattling the cells in my mind.
In the end you are forced to retreat that dark corner,
The one that holds the darkness, hatred, anger... THAT corner.
The one where you hug your knees and mumble a silent prayer under your breath,
The one where you pray to god, that you just wake up.
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Truth (poetry's)
ŞiirHeyy.... m not a poet but trying to be one. Hope y'all like it. And these poems r related to some issues happening in this world. People who r suffering I wanna say that u people r the strongest ones on earth for not giving up. My heart goes out to...
