Just a thought,
Sometimes i wonder where i would really like to place myself at this point in time. Sometimes i cant even pinpoint how i even got here. This constant feeling of discontentment that takes over me in the slightest but most overwhelming way. I cant believe im still here walking on the journey. Each step, each laugh, each blink of an eye. basically this poem describes how i feel since i cant really put it in words.
thoughts after thoughts
pondering thoughts, consuming my mind
i cant think straight.
nothing seems right, even if nothing is wrong
maybe my skin is not as thick as it feels
and for that i can only pretend that it was
i swore myself to hide the pain when i turned back the pages
but the pain can only lament so deeply to point of no release.
if i opened my ears, would i hear screaming inside
if i opened my mouth, would anyone hear what i had to say
if i opened my mind, would anyone understand would i though
if i opened my heart, would i be making a mistake
concealed by mask of desolate emotions
ominous eyes are my only protection
my wall is too high, its become a tower
i cant even see beyond its reach.
what is reality but more than a dream
a perception of our thoughts where pessimism rules
i cant think straight
consuming my mind
pondering thoughts
thoughts after thoughts
sigh* why do i feel this way?
