Walking with the People

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This poem I wrote is just about insanity and what it's like to feel like you're losing your mind.

Submitted: February 24, 2013

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Submitted: February 24, 2013



I always think, "I'm a different kind of freak,"

A mutation of a normal mind.

They don't know what I am when they see me.

They don't know what's hidden inside.

These feelings, I tell no one.

I can't seem to communicate.

I'm always filled with emotions.

I'm constantly powered by love and hate.

I always think I'm an artist as I lie here by this maple,

But no, not me, I shouldn't be

Walking with the people.

A cloud of sadness engulfs me as I'm spraying out all these tears,

What is in front of me? What is behind me?

An ocean full of fears.

I am totally insane, I am talking to myself,

I don't know where I am, I can not tell.

I am starting to think that you're all just illusions

As i look up at this sky of purple.

And this is why I shouldn't be

Walking with the People

The clouds are made of lace in the sparkling sky above.

The one thing that was left of me is slipping away,

My love.

So now I am an animal,

I am absolutely disgusting.

I live in a place where no one can see me,

I just want to be nothing.

Now that I am nothing and I'm still trapped inside,

I wonder what it would be like if I were just to die.

I am slipping away from all reality

When I look into the water ripple.

I have never been happy,

So I should not be

Walking with the people.


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