Apear like master pieces sometimes,
Satisfactory at mundane times,
Yet someone recommended me to find depth,
But all I've got inside my I'd the fulfilment of trodden wrath,
Like any mad little shit,
Told the whole story to someone who never deserved a hint,
Speaking off dreams,
As if they were going to loop like cherish dreams,
When the fantasy land took a step back,
The reality punched on my face with new nasty scratch,
With another wound on my face,
Saying wish to be exceptional?
Yet you doesn't seem equal enough to suit with lace,
Lord my head, when I watching my own vision,
In the face dead had brought me surreal delusion,
Scaring me out of wits,
Like the upcoming shade of pang with the hollow my teeth,
And my sounds like abuse to life,
Which I guess didn't abuse as much,
Cause I'm afraid to take my own shit,
Now I'm watching with my witty head, everyone of wizard and witch .
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
