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Too Far in My Head

Poetry By: greenglasses

Confusion, madness, and swirling incomprehensives in a pot...we call the witch's brew.

Submitted:Apr 8, 2012    Reads: 25    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

I don't understand why you don't just throw me away

you know me too well to still be interested in me

this hatred I feel burns holes in my body

oh, god forgive my every complaint

this love empowers me every once in a while

on the clammy, cold tiles you call the horizon

I'm beginning to call my hell

let me storm on another parade

you stare as if your obsessed

I glance as if im jealous of them with you

this madness is coursing in my veins

I want you to be my lover

my father and friend

why grant a life if it is filled with these agonizing things

I feel as if I should be weeping in the trash can

but I'm weeping confusion in my hands

in this room


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