In My Head
I’m standing (I think)
In my distorted world
The world of my imagination
(stupid brain)
Where reality collides violently with fantasy
And childhood times creep up behind me
But the colors are fading (draining, dripping, dropping)
Obliterated by the lurking shadows (monsters)
Of monsters (my monsters)
Not the ones that hide under my bed
But the ones that live inside me
The monsters that are tearing me apart
(inside out)
Everything blurs and I fall to the ground (up or down?)
But beyond the notice of others
(it’s all in your mind)
Because I stand – and fall – alone (in my head)
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2017
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