I'm lost.
I don't know where I am, what to do.
And honestly... I'm beginning to panic.
Am i asleep and is this a dream?
Or am I, am I really alone?
Am I really here?
Am I really caught between the frightening reality of the present
And the what ifs and the prospect of something better?
And tension closes in on me, rending my ligaments and stretching sanity...
Am I really here?
Am I really alone, or does this...
Does this thing haunt me?
Is this... thing hiding from my blinded eyes or am I just imagining.
Am I alone or am I just really losing it.
Am I insane? Or is it the other way around, and everyone else doesn't see...
Everyone else doesn't believe.
Why doesn't anyone see inside this pitch black niche of my mind, that something...
Still ticks.
Isn't everyone insane?
All their thoughts tucked behind formalities, conditioning, knowledge and pride...
Isn't anyone else caught between here and the what ifs?
Am I... even real?
What defines... I... me?
I'm lost, I don't know what I am, I don't know what to do.
I... I need somebody
I need someone...
I... I think I need help...
Cause you're insane














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Everyone else doesn't believe.
Why doesn't anyone see inside this pitch black niche of my mind, that something...
Still ticks.
Isn't everyone insane?
All their thoughts tucked behind formalities, conditioning, knowledge and pride...
Isn't anyone else caught between here and the what ifs?"
I'll admit, this isn't one of your better works, but the part I extracted was probably the best part in your poem. (partially because again, I understand that)
There's too much repetition in this particular poem, you say: "alone" and "insane" a whole bunch in this. Maybe you could've used synonyms instead.
But yeah....ain't your greatest, but what the heck, it's still a poem.
--
Saanka
That's the spirit.
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