Parallels Of Reality
Sometimes, when I run out of love and I’m feeling empty
That’s when I think that the whole world is against me
I go around town wearing an upside-down frown
Like a buffoon of a clown
I can’t put on a masquerade
If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I want a new face
Every time I cry, a bucket of tears my clown face erases
Volumes of liquid my body replaces
My life is an open book, a poignant story, an ongoing miniseries
If you read it or live it, it will leave you feeling eerie
I have created my own bubbles of troubles
No one can pop it
I row my own boat of pain
No one can rock it
I don’t want to end the puddle of misery I wallow in
I take great joy in the pity that I’m swallowed in
I rub it all over my body like lotion
If I choose, I could wash it away in one quick motion
Who’s normal in this society?
I don’t need a Ph. D. to diagnose me to see if I’m alright
It’s a mental and physical self-cleansing act to cry
So, if you see me in the streets with a smile and a tear
I might be feeling down but smiling ear to ear
This façade I present isn’t a new act to me
I’m not the author of this confusion
Trying to send me to an institution
I make my own choices
Me and all of my voices
They are the ones that reach out to me
And help me break down ideas and innuendos to the very last compound
Of what is considered normal in society
It is only an exaggerated afterthought of Parallels of Reality
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