A Poem, you could say
I wrote something today. I finally decided to write about what has been bothering me, what I have been fearing. I named it "The Presence Inside of Me".
Here it is...
what is it that lies in the deepest corners of my mind?
I know it's there, yet I cannot see it, I cannot hear it
all I can do is feel it, all I can do is know it is there
and I'm helpless, oh so helpless
it's eating my insides, a permanent stomach knot
I fear it's only my subconsiousness telling me how useless I've become
I think it's the voice of the universe calling out to me
trying to tell me that the way I'm living is wrong
I get the feeling my beliefs are not true
that it's not the rest, but me, who is abnormal
I feel like an abomination, the way they look at me, the faces they make
Is it so wrong to believe that life is alot more simple than we think?
Is it so wrong to believe that love is not something to search for?
Is it wrong to think that love comes whenever the time is right
Is it wrong to think that the purpose of our existence is so simple that we can't accept it?
Is it so wrong to be...yourself?
maybe the parasite inside me is speaking the truth
and I am simply going crazy, or have gone crazy already
maybe all my life has been a lie, and a lie it will be..until the end
but maybe that parasite is what most people have surrendered to
and I am simply still fighting against it, or it is still fighting me
who knows? Only time will tell, and I will keep doing what I feel is right.
Until a very bitter end, or the sweetest beginning.
Here it is...
what is it that lies in the deepest corners of my mind?
I know it's there, yet I cannot see it, I cannot hear it
all I can do is feel it, all I can do is know it is there
and I'm helpless, oh so helpless
it's eating my insides, a permanent stomach knot
I fear it's only my subconsiousness telling me how useless I've become
I think it's the voice of the universe calling out to me
trying to tell me that the way I'm living is wrong
I get the feeling my beliefs are not true
that it's not the rest, but me, who is abnormal
I feel like an abomination, the way they look at me, the faces they make
Is it so wrong to believe that life is alot more simple than we think?
Is it so wrong to believe that love is not something to search for?
Is it wrong to think that love comes whenever the time is right
Is it wrong to think that the purpose of our existence is so simple that we can't accept it?
Is it so wrong to be...yourself?
maybe the parasite inside me is speaking the truth
and I am simply going crazy, or have gone crazy already
maybe all my life has been a lie, and a lie it will be..until the end
but maybe that parasite is what most people have surrendered to
and I am simply still fighting against it, or it is still fighting me
who knows? Only time will tell, and I will keep doing what I feel is right.
Until a very bitter end, or the sweetest beginning.