Every now and then I wonder if the world outside of my brain is real
The cold air I put thick clothes on for, the bed I lay in, the idea of a systematic world
Classes-rich/poor, famous/incognito
Is this all in my head so that I don't have to accept that I'm alone in the world?
Are all these people my imaginary friends?
I would be called crazy for questioning this, but I'd feel even crazier for not questioning it
Besides, who decides what is crazy in a world I created?
A world inhabited by people that only exist in my mind?
Who are they to call me crazy?
They are no one
I am the only one
Making up religions to feel hope
Creating religions to oppose these religions just so nothing would be off-balanced
Am I playing dress up?
Imagining myself in clothes designed by some person in the back of mind
Eating food that isn't there
Loving people I have created out of boredom
What is this?
Who are you all?
Me, making myself believe that there are child geniuses out there smarter than me just fulfill the image of a realistic world instead of accepting that I already hold all of the knowledge that was written in the textbooks I use to study for tests
My favorite tv show
Is it just apart of my mind?
Is it there to keep me occupied?
Did I create this?
Making it all seem so real until it all becomes so real
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Premature
PoetryThis is just me giving my perception of how I see things through poetry. This may or may not have many parts. I titled this Premature because of the way I think about things most other teens probably don't. I really hope anyone that reads this will...
