Hey.
I got a secret.
Will you keep it?
Hey.
I got lots of secrets.
Which one are you gunna keep?
It seems foolish to think
that you can keep
all of them.
I'm not always sad
or angry
or happy.
Some days im just
a shell.
Glazed eyes,
forced smile.
Hey, it's ok.
Don't worry yourself.
I'm perfectly OK.
It feels like I'm
floating,
watching everything in
someone else's eyes.
My secret is...
sometimes I don't care.
Other times I care too much.
I live in my dreams,
until someone shakes
me into reality.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust 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.
