You sing along to your thoughts -
written and performed by another,
sinking calmly into the realization
that you aren't the only one
"going through a phase".
You aren't the only one
that longs for a new life,
and a new mind, and a new body.
You aren't alone
in your self-defined solitude.
Your sick thoughts aren't fresh.
They're ancient. Cliché.
Unsteady minds like yours
have been diagnosed before.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
You sing along to your thoughts -
written and performed by another,
sinking calmly into the realization
that you aren't the only one
"going through a phase".
You aren't the only one
that longs for a new life,
and a new mind, and a new body.
You aren't alone
in your self-defined solitude.
Your sick thoughts aren't fresh.
They're ancient. Cliché.
Unsteady minds like yours
have been diagnosed before.
Poetry class. Assignment: Write about music and how it makes you feel.