This is so alien
How did we get here?
This is so much fun
Why do i feel this fear?
This is so insane
Are we going too fast?
It's all in my brain
Will my thoughts blast?
This is so twisted
Do you understand?
We'll get through this
Why are you holding my hand?
This is so sad
Are you happy?
I feel so, mad.
Why is your mood crappy?
There are dead monsters
Under my bed
But they still live on
All in my head
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I think the best poetry come from confusion, because there is a need of making sense through the words. I am trying to make sense, to myself more than anyone else.
This is so alien.
How did we get here?
This is so much fun
Why do i feel this fear?
This is so insane
Are we going too fast?
It's all in my brain
Will my thoughts blast?
This is so twisted
Do you understand?
We'll get through this
Why are you holding my hand?
This is so sad
Are you happy?
I feel so, mad.
Why is your mood crappy?
There are dead monsters
Under my bed
But they still live on
All in my head
---
I think the best poetry come from confusion, because there is a need of making sense through the words. I am trying to make sense, to myself more than anyone else.
This is so alien.
