Insane.

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.]