A Collection of Poems

Tick tock run up the clock

I spend hours in my room

Summer is the worst

I stare at my walls unable to move

Nothing feels real

I can't move my arms

My life is too tiring

I don't understand

Why does nothing feel real?

I alway talk about the things I like

But suddenly my vision becomes blurry and I can't focus

I don't understand, I can't understand

My body sinks into the bed

And I real I may not be real

But that's stupid because I am

Right?

I don't know because I know things are human made

We made everything up

Every name, every machine, everything

So does that mean life is a fragment of reality

Or is there more to the eye then we realize

Every bad things that's happened was due to humans

Humans naming everything

Humans making everything

Would things have turned out the way they did

If it were not for us and our foolish ways?

Or would humanity's lies spread regardless

We seem like puppets on strings

My head is spinning and I'm tired