![]() 8:40 AM/NumbA Poem by Indra's Child![]() It's morning.![]()
It's morning.
I can't fall back asleep, I'm mourning the loss of myself, My personality. You see, I'm a fake person The personification of faux I laugh when I'm stale inside, Numb, because my mind is my foe I smile at you with my face, Yet I cannot fathom why... I don't want to hurt people, But all I can do is lie. I'm not a good kid, I'm not f*****g kidding I've always fucked around It's gotten much less thrilling. I think I need to get away "Forever," "For a year," "For now..." It didn't start as an excuse, But I've gotta watch what I say out loud I fear being a Narcissist, Besides; Sociopaths are trendy It's been too long since I've felt, Happy or sad, but truly, I am scared All the damn time, Terrified, constantly paranoid, That I will never get back That depressed person I was as a kid Back then, at least I felt Something, And anything is better than this,
Guilty, regretful, tragic s**t, Idly hateful, self-loathing fuckery If I could, I might kill myself- Not because life sucks, But because I've gotten the life sucked out of me, And now I live off of other's feelings Like some kind of numbing leech, Drawing blood to nourish itself Clamping down with hundreds of teeth Like a nonlethal parasite, An eyesore, and a sight for sore eyes- I'd like to think deep down I care, But I'll still wear my shallow disguise. It's morning. I've got to smile for the camera, Get on with the show. "Good morning!" Time to act for the sake of those around me, For better or worse, at least I'll seem happy Or manic, or creepy, But not numb, Psychotic Full of neurosis Or god forbid, boring, Or crazy I haven't expressed myself lately. It's morning. I've got to go. © 2018 Indra's ChildFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on July 31, 2018 Last Updated on July 31, 2018 Author![]() Indra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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