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Apr 2018
Brave
And shaking
And strong
And quaking

I fool myself
Late at night that is
With fantastical scenoirios
Of what may be

Yes
Yes I see
Late at night
Who I want to be

A version of myself
Trapped inside
My head
A fantastical version

A prototype
A clone
An upgrade
Trapped

Picturing confident conversation
Loose chest breathing easily
Fantastical
It feels fantastical

Then I wake up
The feeling gone
The fantastical locked up again
In my tight chest

Anxious and hard to breath
My tight chest and immovable mind
A constant cage
For that fantastical me

All day I think
How different every situation
Would be
With fantastical me

She screams from inside
The tight chest, running mind cage
I hear her scream
She is me

Well a version of me
No one will ever see
We argue all day
But she never wins the fight
She's only allowed to dream at night.
ALIEN MOSTLY
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ALIEN MOSTLY  24/Two-Spirit/South Africa
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