My mind is twisted
Twisted with these thoughts
Not knowing what to believe
My mind is becoming cluttered
Cluttered with worlds of memories and paragraphs
Nothing is clear
Everything is blurry
Clutters of misconceptions
My mind is scrambling trying to make sense of things
Was anything real?
Was it all in my head?
Clutters and clutters of questions
What can I believe in now?
My mind is twisted
Twisted with misconceptions and questions to be answered
This clutter in my mind
Only makes me think
Was all of it a lie?
Or was I just stupid enough to believe it?
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Falling apart
PoetryJust a bunch of poems about my moody life and how I feel about how certain things that are going on presently with me
