Emma Mantle Poet Quatrain

The Mess In My Head

I used to think it was just you
That messes with my head
But now I've got to thinking
It's actually me instead

I'm the one that taunts myself
To live inside my dream
That conjures up impossible
Of things that might have been

I goad myself with half truths
And lie myself to sleep
Then plague my soul with nightmares
For the things I can not keep

I hate to face my world alone
So hide myself instead
And conjure up impossible
That messes with my head.

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Gwendolen Song March 19, 2011 at 7:18 PM Universal truth for all. We truly are our own worst enemies at times. Great poem. Insightful truths! Gwendolen

Poet Tacito March 15, 2011 at 5:45 AM Been there, bought the t-shirt & pants. But, I sold them now. ;) Fantastic lines!

Fantise Mack March 14, 2011 at 6:45 AM very well written i love it =) i use to feel this way once upon a time...