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I am a paradox I am 'brilliant' yet scatter brained I wonder if I even have a brain at all The gentle thumping of my heart tells me that I'm alive But yet I see no evidence that this is all a reality I walk in slow motion day after day My mind is everywhere but where I presently am I don't focus, but yet I retain The sounds of the human life surrounding me tells me that I'm not the only one here But what if it's all an illusion I built up in my head to keep me happy? I'm not happy, so why do I wear such a happy tranquil face? My mind is raging a World War III within itself I won't win My destiny is to lose To lose the reality that I'm not even sure is really there To lose the gentle thumping of my heart that tells me that I'm alive To lose the soft buzzing of the human race that surrounds me day after day Does anyone even notice where I am? I am lost, to myself and to others You don't see, yet you are my father and my mother You say you know me better than myself So why can't you see that my biggest wish is to rid myself of myself? One day I will be gone Gone Gone
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
Paradox
I am a paradox I am 'brilliant' yet scatter brained I wonder if I even have a brain at all The gentle thumping of my heart tells me that I'm alive But yet I see no evidence that this is all a reality I walk in slow motion day after day My mind is everywhere but where I presently am I don't focus, but yet I retain The sounds of the human life surrounding me tells me that I'm not the only one here But what if it's all an illusion I built up in my head to keep me happy? I'm not happy, so why do I wear such a happy tranquil face? My mind is raging a World War III within itself I won't win My destiny is to lose To lose the reality that I'm not even sure is really there To lose the gentle thumping of my heart that tells me that I'm alive To lose the soft buzzing of the human race that surrounds me day after day Does anyone even notice where I am? I am lost, to myself and to others You don't see, yet you are my father and my mother You say you know me better than myself So why can't you see that my biggest wish is to rid myself of myself? One day I will be gone Gone Gone
A little... morbid. I know.
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
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