A collection of poetry and some snippets of metaphorical pieces that I write mostly about my life's problems and depression. I write about my experiences, how they make me feel inside, and sometimes what I do to cope.
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A/n: Hello readers! I had this old poem in my notes so I revised it, changed it up a bit, and now I've decided to publish it.
I'm stuck in my head and I can't get out. I'm confused and disoriented from being forcefully shoved into this solitary cage, but I'm sure it would be okay to take it slow in this case, because for some strange reason it seems that my time has frozen.
I have all the time in the world yet I still don't have time enough to escape, or to even figure out why I'm trapped here. Time is strange, it's always in a hurry to get to some fantasy that isn't real, leaving the sad reality behind without any time to fix it. Time seems to slow lately as my mind's gears only rotate faster. Maybe time has finally exhausted itself after running for so long.
I can't sleep so I lay awake at night in torment. What is one small person to do? World breaking thoughts in a useless vessel. This is why I am trapped, trapped in my head: So many thoughts, so many ideas, but none would care after all, because I am young.
If only one day people would remember me, then my thoughts might matter; but words alone can't save us. So I continue to search for the exit of the cell I'm in, looking back on a happier time when I was free.
I let my feelings flow through my pencil into my notebook; once I'm finished letters dance in my vision, but for what? Poems and stories can't capture the secrets in my head. Writing them down won't achieve anything, will it?
If everyone acted on a single unified decision, we could probably achieve something; but we are divided. We are divergent.
I still haven't found the escape, which is a shame because I have places to be, things to do, but I'm stuck in my head, lying awake, helpless in bed.
A/n: This one was a bit shorter, might not be quite as relatable for some of you but idk. Sort of about what happened to me in quarantine, also about how divided the world still is. Writing may not achieve anything, but maybe now that I've published it some of my readers will agree.😏
Tysm for reading! If you liked that please consider giving it a vote, and if you have anything to add to my "rant" feel free to put it in the comments!😄
