My emotions.
They don't know where they belong.
They can't tell when I'm crying,
Or when I'm singing a song.
They can't handle the situations
That have played out in front of me.
They make my brain feel like
It's dying inside of me.
Maybe it's my exhaustion.
It's been invading my mind.
Lately, I can't even tell
If I'm speaking to my kind.
Maybe it's just a Dream,
A fantasy inside my head.
It's one of those things that's missing
When I'm sleeping in my bed.
Maybe they are really out of whack,
Not able to comprehend the highways in my brain.
But I can deal with it for now,
As long as I don't go insane.
Ayyyeeee, look who's back with a poem. This poem is explaining the frustration that I've had to deal with a lot recently. It sucks not being able to know what is a dream and what is a reality and in which situation to cry or to shriek with joy.
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RandomHey! I doodle a lot so I decided to make a book and share it with my friends on Wattpad because I'm weird. If you're a perfectionist, LEAVE! My art isn't very good so please don't hate on it! I don't care if you don't like it but just LEAVE if you h...
