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I’ll never be able to write a smashing tale of how I failed, but
my mind is kind of scrambled, scattered, in a sense that
all I can ever think about is my psychotic structure, my
embryotic formation
if you were wonder-
if you were wonder-
if you were wonder-in
where I was, what I was doing, then
well
I guess you can leave.

 

 

There was a little hymn I was singing earlier in the day;
it went something like this;

“I could’ve had you leave out that door,
Oh,
but I,
didn’t want you to leave anymore,
so now,
what are we to do,
me and you,
you’re face-to-face,
with these metaphorical scars you left me,
you’re face-to-face with this face you left behind,
I wonder what else was going through your mind,
I wanna know, please tell me?”

I had my eyes closed and I felt so helpless
my confidence is peaking
I only wish
I only wish
to go in front of a camera, to me
it’s kind of like committing suicide, but not as extreme.

 

 

Now what do I do
what do I talk about
hey general population of the world
writers’ and readers’ alike, tell me now
what do I do now?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Find yourself. In the pursuit to understand someone else you have left yourself alone for a long time, unknowingly. So here you go with lots of time for retrospection and self discovery!
Power and positivity to you!

[FaeryQueen]

This poem was deeply rooted in my dissociation