The Great Resurrection of a Self- Proclaimed Insanity

No one desires you
You're just nonentity
You are so sad
Seen as mad

It's gonna go away
Someday I say
It will go away
Sunday it may
End up away
But not today

Now the mental sky, it turns black
For a second the world is still
And then the rain falls with a smack
Here you come, chasing me, to kill

And you sit in the chair
With your hands on your head
Your face covered by hair
Crying, wishing you were dead
Desperate for more air

I just dream into abyss
And stare into the frenetic eyes
I won't believe this
You are something I don’t recognize

Sanity is getting nearer and nearer
And to think that this whole time
I've been sitting in front of a mirror





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Milo! said...
Apr. 12, 2010 at 3:39 pm
Wow. This poem is deep. I really like the twist at the end. It makes it all the more entertaining. I know I keep saying it, but I really love this.
 
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