The Street of Freaks

What I feel my mind is like...

I walk these streets,

surrounded by abnormalities.

The only time I feel included,

a part of something.

Spectacles of absurdity.

What's confusing to most,

makes perfect sense to me.

What one fears, I long for.

What one loathes, I welcome openly.

No labels here.

What you see is what you get.

Take me, leave me, do what you want

with me, but never try to break me.

Distorted faces, disfigured images.

Visions that could terrify.

Want to know the truth?

These "streets" are my mind.

A street of freaks.

©2-2-2015 By Ashley Nicole Nordyke

Reviews

[Niall Madden]

the mind is a confusing place each one an individual vast spectrum of thoughts. the idea behind the poem is very well presented. although the voice makes it sound that rather the person whishes to live in the "street of freaks" perhaps a desire to become like other authors and join them ? I only speculate, good poem.

[♥ Ari Skye ♥]

Thank you for your review. The voice of the poem, or rather my voice, is simply stating that I welcome things in my mind that others find weird or scary. People view me as a freak because of it and that's ok to me. That's just my mind...