I wonder if I am living in a state of mind
Or if it is all just a state of life.
I feel as if I am in
A découpage of my own memories
But trying to put together
A puzzle of my own thoughts.
I am just a mosaic of other people's habits
Of other people's phrases
Feelings and experiences
Am I living someone else's life?
'Cause I collected so many pieces
Of people I don't talk to anymore
I don't know anymore.
I feel as I am painting my own fantasies
But all I see is black and white.
How am I supposed to know if I am living right?
Am I just a side character of my own life?
YOU ARE READING
MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
