The last thing I remember was going to sleep
Must have been so deep, I didn't hear my alarm beep
I don't know about Alice but this was not wonderland
But this is where I lost my inner mind
Haunted by the thoughts, day and night, they came
Thoughts that my parents hate who I became
I saw myself, a weak older brother
While hoping I could do a better job, one much easier
In the land, where I feel my friends hate me
A topic of their gossip and their secret meetings
I don't do friendships, It's a fear I dread
I don't trust tight bnds, it will always tear
People keep circles, I kept an acute angle
For in this land, I think alot and now I feel entangled
And to life I am a play toy
And the aim of life is to rid me of every joy
I always see myself as unworthy
Maybe this career of mine isn't my calling
Maybe destiny failed when my name was drawn
Sleep left and he took joy at the break of dawn
I always think my imperfections are ugly
And no matter what how much my babe tries to show me
All I see is hurt and pain and suffering
I wonder if there is taste of pain on my tongue everytime we're kissing
I always think of my coursemates and how they discuss me
About how I can't answer simple questions, it bugs me
It haunts me, what people say about me behind closed doors
I wish I could read minds but if I could, my hate for myself would be justified
And that's how I see myself
Never good enough, laughed at when I believed in love
And now I feel I am close to that door
And it scares me because I am with someone who deserves more
Me and my best friends, we are drifting apart
Drove so fast, the brakes are out of its own cart, without spare parts
Went off and now I neglect texts and phone calls
And damn, I don't even want to go out no more
Tis' me, naked to my reality
My personality, I mean my mentality
My perspective is all distorted constantly
And this isn't explaining half of this life-long dream
I block them out, headphones when I walk around
Hopefully one day, I'll wake up from this dog pound
For now I do know, I have a distorted reality
But how do I change it to what it is meant to be?
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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