Now days.
The only thing that keeps me awake.
Is my own world.
The place in my head.
Where I can dream.
And do what my hearts wants.
Drowning my senses in loud music.
With the earbuds in my ears.
Me closing my eyes and dancing to the rhythm.
Writing stories and poetry.
Speaking what I want to say.
But just on paper where only I can read it.
Singing on the top of my lungs.
When there is no one around.
To start criticizing me.
In midst of the real world.
I often slip into my head.
And start thinking crazy questions.
The only reason why.
I even try to be alive.
Is solely for of my own world.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
