The Asylum of my Mind

What some might call strange I call my normal

What I find diplomatic, others find too informal

The voices in my head, I call a friend

Others urge treatment, to make it all end

What some think is crazy, I find quite sane

Thoughts no one else understands seem to spawn in my brain

I hear of insane ideas and I can't wait to try them

For what some call my mind, I call the Asylum

Author's Note

May add on later, What do you guys think?

Reviews

[Harpreet kaur bajwara]

very nicely written. you have done a great job

[PonoEllis]

nice, well made, short and simple, would love to see more added

[Death's Poet]

I am working on some thoughts for adding to this poem as we speak! Thanks Pono!

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I believe our minds are indeed asylums: places where we go and hide; places we keep our deepest secrets; places where we plot to break free of the thoughts that bind us; places where we try to unravel the mystery of ourselves. What you write, many of us feel. If you search long enough you will find those who are like minded but most of the time what one may see in one light another sees differently. Nice write!

[Death's Poet]

This review could almost be a poem itself! Thank you so much for the kindness

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:) you are too kind and most welcome.