What’s Inside My Head?
Hello...
So, are you ready?
Do you want to know what I think?
Delve deep inside this head?
Then, I suggest you take a drink!
If you were to see my mind
Everything inside
You wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry
Or run away and hide
There are pictures of love
I guess that's nice
Perhaps I would be roses
Bought for a pretty price
Yet next to that is something dark
Something not so kind
Its a void, a fathomless pit
Of fear and anxiety combined
Deeper still
You'll see the pain
The chronic, constant ache
Surrounding me with rain
I think about society
The human race and such
And cry because it doesn't seem
It will ever amount to much
But how would I appear?
How would those thoughts look?
I don't really know
I guess, maybe, a book?
Oh! Books!
How could I forget
I think about the twists and plots
Devour them without regret
Does that make me a library
With cluttered shelves of silence
That tell all sorts of tales
In a peaceful sort of violence?
But then, I must include my writing
My own words upon the page
I am always seeking inspiration
It opens up my cage
I would be a hurricane
A whirling wind of words
Words of every colour and shape
Like pretty, flying birds
Thankfully, I do believe
This is all just me
At least, I think...
I hope I only hold the key
Who knows!
There's so much here
I'm empathic after all
I can feel everyone, like they're crystal clear
Tell me then
Just what do you see?
Among all this confusion
Can you even see me?
Anyway, I must be off
I hope you enjoyed your stay
Or at least...
Survived it, anyway
Goodbye...