I wrote a short poem, because it’s all I’ve been feeling these days. Hope you guys enjoy it I suppose.
[I want to mutter a million things,
But I don’t want to get hurt.
I want to share a billion stories,
But my friends will divert.
I have all these problems,
It’s just not the same,
I always end on the bottom,
I think I’m insane.
I don’t think I’m real,
I think I’m in pain.
Screaming and throbbing,
It kills my brain.
What have I become?
I’m just not the same,
What I am now,
Is that I’m insane.]