Asylum
Sick obsessed
With being the best
Tired of dressing up
To throw it up
The sky fell before me
Me eyes could not see
The effect of existentialism
On my pearlescent dreams
Juggling possibilities
In a fishbowl of relativity
Drawing sketches of phantoms
I've seen somewhere before
Whispering secrets to a nameless friend
Who never answers in the end
Chucking it up to faith
Hoping my friend isn't a wraith
I give my all to the unseen
Believing I'm somehow sane
In an asylum of shame.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2015
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