Anxiety
How can I properly articulate insanity?
The immensity of every misunderstanding.
How strange it is to eat something,
To see people dinning together and wonder about their depravity.
To gaze at yourself and see a blank slate,
Nerve endings bound together to form a mannequin.
To see that same blank slate,
In every single encounter with a stranger.
So complicated, the various emotions;
Experiencing them does not give way to understanding.
Intrusive thoughts swarm the brain,
And become verbalized, obvious character flaws.
What a shame it is, to be called inteligente;
But to have no understanding of change over time.
Every thought starts off with strict rhyme schemes,
Yet that falls apart when faced with affinity.
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Every thought starts off with strict rhyme schemes,
Yet that falls apart when faced with affinity.
This can be interpreted in different ways. Great ending.
It’s a very literal poem about myself. I am very glad you enjoyed it!
Maybe all writers have a bit of insanity in us, just enough to make what we see, hear and experience be tinged with just a bit of spice.