Deep inside my mind,
It's a book of nightmares open wide,
You think it's cool when you read my story,
But have you read between the lines,
The way that twists, turns, and toil all enter my lonely head,
It constantly makes me wish I didn't have to go to bed,
The terrors in my mind only bring back memories that I dread,
The only thing I've ever wanted is for people to understand,
But I can only explain to you what it's like by saying,
Alright listen...
This thing is crazy,
Insane maybe,
Probably the thing that made me,
So understanding and comprehensive of so many situations...
Ugh. Here's the first page and that's not even the scraping the surface.
They told me to throw up on the page and let it all out, but then what happens? Do I clean it up or leave it just as messy as the shaky scene that happened? Do I break into my second self and perform my own brain surgery while diabolically laughing? Or do I sit back, lay low, and relax and try to hide all this pain that I'm having?
YOU ARE READING
B.A.R.E. - Beastly Aromas of Real Emotions
PoetryA collection of poems carefully revealing the raw and untamed thoughts of a teenage boy's mind as he wanders cluelessly in search of himself amongst the rubble and pressures of his crazy life... You've entered his mind. All are welcome, but beware.
