My dad complained I’m all day alone,
“I disagree!” said the face on my wall.
In my class we are twenty-one,
Not counting the wondering ghost soul.
I can perceive spirits all around me,
I am the bridge between fact and myth.
In my head I lost reality,
Impossible is what I struggle with.
Night and day the same,
Or am I insane?
Cut is the world’s vein:
A blood stain,
A crack on my wall…
Hallucinations running through my mind,
Some beasts called humans under my bed hide.
I can’t talk with the friends of mine,
It’s all confusing, all scrambled inside.
Time’s an illusion
I can’t see…
Reality’s fiction,
What’s wrong with me?
A crack on my wall…
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Cracks in the Pavement
PoetryA poetry project consisting on *trying* to describe some personally selected mental disorders, in well, rhymes. These poems are original and... weird. My style is different, to say the least. I hope nonetheless that you enjoy this compilation from s...
