Horrors, he sees them in reflections
A prison that takes action
Until death do him part
He's locked away
In the right atrium
Of the heart
Diagnosis: explosive cranium
He doesn't fit in, feels alien
There's too many thoughts
And like an astronaut
Orbiting the unknown
He's stuck in dark matter
He's attacked by the sense of touch
Fingertips too many, too much
The inescapable made him adjust
To discomfort, to isolation
But he's connected
He's stardust
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoetryI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
