I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

I am a paradox
A self-loathing narcissist
I crave attention but at the same time I don't want to exist
I 'm cocky at the same time that I'm modest
I hate hypocrites more than anything
But I am one;

I wish I could just run
Not run but just isolate myself from the world
I try as hard as I can to but as much as I seem misanthropic
I hate being lonely more than anything
So I sit in my room, my dark room
The bright monitor contrasting my face from the darkness
Trying to escape reality through film or any way I can
I just wish I could stop thinking
But I can't.

In between the waking and the dreaming,
A landscape of fantasy,
In between the real and unbelieving,
A question of reality,
In between these lines, I dare to live,
In Sanity

I'll think of you tonight
As I drift off to meet you in my dreams
In the rivers and streams
Of unconscious delight
And in the morning
Everything will feel alright
As I remember our adventures to places unseen
Because I'm waist deep in love
And nothing much can fix this tug
On my heartstrings
Until tomorrow when I
See you again
And hold your hand
Where everything is right
And nothing fully planned
Because with you it could be
Anytime or place on land or sea
As long as you're here with me

Dappled sunlight filters in
Late afternoon meanders by
Absorbing my thoughts,
They filter through
And I am dozing,
Warm and cozy
In my bed of grass
And time just passes,
Never rushing once to fly.

I portray myself as a very carefree person
Sometimes
Drunk?

But…
Do they really know what goes on inside
Inside
Me

No

I guess I really am the girl
That girl
That is broken on the inside
But whether i am carefree and happy?
I guess that the question...