cold, empty
i need to see the light
if i did, i'de follow it to you
or to myself.
where am i?
who are these people
get out of my head!
each day im in a short play
starring myself
it always ends in tragedy
a simply horrifying performance
and i dont know what they say
but im paranoid as fuck
shocked, cant move.
many personalities
trapped inside one body
and we dont get along at all.
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Well done. I like the stage play metaphor. You are very creative. I just cannot be that bad. Are you on meds? You don't have to be paranoid and anxiety ridden. Are you writing about the same person as the other poem?
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If you like my stuff thats cool but this is real, im trying to express myself, your comments are nice but seem to be bothering me quite a bit now.
Oh and fuck the system, i medicate my own god damn self. thanx bye -
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I am so sorry I really did not mean anything. Please disregard. I will mind my own damn business. once again, very sorry.
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