I thought i knew you,
i thought you knew me.
Now you're just a stranger,
someone who would pass me in the hall,
not sparing me a second glance.
At first i would wave,
try to find what went wrong.
I've given up,
no more friends.
I simply listen to music,
and my books listen to me.
Who needs humans,
when you have the words
of a beautiful human,
or the voices of the comforting humans.
They are my best friends,
when you are just a stranger to me.
Each glare you give me,
it separates us farther.
I don't know you,
i wish i did.
You are only a stranger,
now that you've turned on me.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
We're All Mad Here
PoesiaJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.