In My Head

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  • Confusion

    In My Head

     

    Sometimes I think that it is all in my head…

    The fun times we share, and the laughs we trade

    And all the while, we keep our smiles

    And take lightly what is to dawn ahead.

     

    Sometimes I think that it is all in my head…

    The way I love and obsess and love to obsess

    Falling weak to narcissism, the feelings of your love are made stronger

    I feel so trapped between head and reality

    That I can no longer tell the difference

    Delusions of grandeur preponderate.

     

    The main problem is that I know too much; things no one else knows

    Or is that too, all in my head, and the root of my guessings?

     

    Sometimes I think that it is all in my head…

    With all the notions I’ve supplied

    Insecurities smother, and I don’t want to be alive

    I am completely afraid of myself

    I know my powers and what I can do

    I am not in the driver’s seat of my mind or my body

    But whoever is, is stronger than me mentally, physically, and emotionally.

    Strong vibes tell me this person is not sane or trustworthy.

     

    Sometimes I think that it is all in my head…

    Did I create my family and friends in some twisted, cerebral notion?

    When my mother holds me for comfort-

    Am I in reality holding nothing?

    And when my friends hear me talk of family-

    Do they think I’m crazy ‘cause there is no family?

    Or does it not even matter because they don’t exist either?

     

    S ometimes I think that it is all in my head…

    For a long time now I haven’t been able-

    To decipher dream from reality.

    Did conversations with people really take place?

    Did events really happen?

    Now, taken a step further, I can’t tell anything apart!!!

    I am the only one who feels this way

    And now I’m all alone.

    Alone to talk to myself

    Alone to enjoy my own company.

    Alone to fight this powerful mind which has taken me over.

    Who the fuck wants to be alone for a life that lasts 80 years?

     

    In my head, I don’t exist, so death won’t hurt, nor will it feel any different

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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