Is the way I talk strange?
Do I pause when I speak...
Notice my eyes busy with the room around me?
Do I appear lost when I'm right where I'm supposed to be?
I apologize for my withdrawn conversations,
But I am constantly caught in daily illusions.
Where the pressure called conformity
And ideals of normality
do not cause me to feel alienated.
Where the fear of acceptance that relies on a sentence
I speak in a room full of narcissistic persons
Will not leave me depreciated.
I've become mechanical just to appeal.
My feelings are numb and my relationships stale.
I've forgotten how real happiness feels,
I tend to fill the void now with bright shadows and pretty heels.
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Somber, Melancholy, and Bittersweet (A Collection of Poems)
Poesia"And I am sad. And I am mad. The maddest you can be, But with love as deep as the sea, As warm as the summer sky, Caressing like the moon in the night." --Written in moments of strong emotion
