im a poet
the words surround me
chock me

im a poet
and because of that
its hard to tell if all this stuff-
this pain, love, beauty
is all in my head
just in my mind

but even my non poetic counterparts
see pain
love
and there idea of beauty

but what if my mind is reality
or maybe reality is a much less sinister
version of my mind

its a funny thought
but lets face
mind and reality
may tie into each
but only when your trying to distinguish them apart