Just a poem I wrote while I was struggling with some inner turmoil.
Have you ever been to a carnival?
It can be so exciting.
Except for when all the clowns
Jump out and start their fighting.
What would you do if they started attacking
If they brought out their swords
Would you run and scream for help.
Or stay rooted to the floor.
Cry and scream all you want
The one's who hear, don't care
You're just a little child
Who became lost, in this fair
Evil laughter reaches your ears
The sound of screaming is around
Knowing that someone is searching for you
Makes your heart begin to pound
No one ever escapes from this place
It's walls are so unbreakable
Many have tried, more have failed
Do you think that you are capable?
The decor of the place is rather frightening
Blood is covering the streets,
You might even notice
That Bones decorate the trees
In this place sadness and madness
Always go hand and hand
These two strong emotions
Have control of this land
Why are you so afraid?
Why do your eyes shine with fear?
Don't you know none can save you.
Even when you shed your tears?
This place is called many things.
But nothing is more fitting
Than letting a little lost girl
Command and do her bidding
Without her knowing it,
She is in charge
She control's this fair
The girl with a heart so large
This world of her's is scary
Many people ask why
That's because this little girl
Has been condemned to die.
It's not her fault that she is weak
Yet no one seems to care.
This little girl lost herself
In her own little fair.
Some call it imagination
Others call it a way to hide
I call it an escape
To a place known as the mind.
So if you find yourself
Scared and all alone
Know that you have control
You have a mind of your own.
