Staring at my ceiling,
I can't help but listen to my feelings.
But there are no thoughts
Its like I have no parts.
But you belong to me!
I shouldn't need a key!
My possession is you my dear thoughts and feelings.
If here, why do I not understand?
Do you want us to disband?
If you're me,
and I'm you.
Why do we not speak the same language?
Do I lack the knowledge?
Not taking me for worthy?
Oh, I beg you to have mercy.
But you're me,
and I'm you.
So, I should be merciful with myself
Umtil I have mastered my own spell.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
Staring at my ceiling,
I can't help but listen to my feelings.
But there are no thoughts
Its like I have no parts.
But you belong to me!
I shouldn't need a key!
My possession is you my dear thoughts and feelings.
If here, why do I not understand?
Do you want us to disband?
If you're me,
and I'm you.
Why do we not speak the same language?
Do I lack the knowledge?
Not taking me for worthy?
Oh, I beg you to have mercy.
But you're me,
and I'm you.
So, I should be merciful with myself
Umtil I have mastered my own spell.
the reason for this poem is the same as why I started writing. I can't understand and express myself very well. With this I tried to capture my feelings when I don't understand them or feel like they are non existent.