My Life is seen as a mess
In reality, it is as organized as can be
People always use their minds
To double-check what they see
I have never tried to hurt anyone
But when they think about myself, they ruin me
My Life is like trash, some say
To me, it's a beautiful display
People cut me down all the time
But my eyes tell me what always rhymes
It looks like my mental state made a disappearance
To me, My Life had never been an interference
I always felt the need to please others, it lifts you in the air
But for someone like me, you feel self-aware
Now, I'm stuck here, breaking the fourth wall
As I type this out, and speak to you all
No matter what the time, day, and place
The world feels like a runner in a race
People will pass you, for a short, little while
But don't let that get to you, just think, compile
Once you learn to accept that, all becomes clear
That it wasn't your mental state that began to disappear
So let people pass you, let them reach the finish first
But don't let your knowledge in that race disperse
You can speak in riddles or speak in rhymes
but just remember, its a matter of time
Please think about this, as I get to your head
Let this poem help you, and let you rest in your bed
For that is what matters now, don't forget it
Once this skill is learned, you can be omnipresent
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 1:54 PM UTC
My Life is seen as a mess
In reality, it is as organized as can be
People always use their minds
To double-check what they see
I have never tried to hurt anyone
But when they think about myself, they ruin me
My Life is like trash, some say
To me, it's a beautiful display
People cut me down all the time
But my eyes tell me what always rhymes
It looks like my mental state made a disappearance
To me, My Life had never been an interference
I always felt the need to please others, it lifts you in the air
But for someone like me, you feel self-aware
Now, I'm stuck here, breaking the fourth wall
As I type this out, and speak to you all
No matter what the time, day, and place
The world feels like a runner in a race
People will pass you, for a short, little while
But don't let that get to you, just think, compile
Once you learn to accept that, all becomes clear
That it wasn't your mental state that began to disappear
So let people pass you, let them reach the finish first
But don't let your knowledge in that race disperse
You can speak in riddles or speak in rhymes
but just remember, its a matter of time
Please think about this, as I get to your head
Let this poem help you, and let you rest in your bed
For that is what matters now, don't forget it
Once this skill is learned, you can be omnipresent