im not insane im just not normal

a poem about nightmares and different mental challenges and strruggles within myself

you see this little girl with a huge imagination

most think thats good but they cant see her hallucinations

they cant see the spiders crawling up the walls when you hit the lights

and they dont dream the dreams she dreams when she dreams at night

they cant hear the laughter and screams she hears in her mind

and they dont know wahts its like to be caught up in a this distortion of time

some say its acid some call it LSD

but i think the scaryest drug

comes frome inside of me

illusions ...contusions of makebelieve

these creatures of mine are haunting haunting me

can they hear the plinking of the ivory keys?

can they taste the empty blood in side of me?

can they see the shadow that follows me?

do they know.......how deep this goes?

can there be....a cure for me???