I've read when you're in a mental hospital
it can feel like you're in a big fog.
Can't think straight,
can't talk the way you want to,
medications affecting your every move.
I guess things aren't that different.
You don't need to be crazy
to feel the fog.
I can't think straight anyway,
my life already confuses me.
You don't need medications
to keep you from moving.
Everytime a problem comes
I never want to leave my bed.
You don't need the fog
to stop yourself from talking,
because every time I'm afraid
I shut right up.
Everybody's crazy,
life makes us crazy.
Some of us are just crazier than others
and we accept that.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
