Fantasy

Fantasy- we live in a fantasy. At least thats what I tell myself. No matter how hard I try, I just wont wake up.

The movies should be criticized for making my life seem like theres alwayds a happy ending.

I have all this time to think but whenever I think, my thoughts turn negative. Thats why theres danger in being isolated and alone, just you and your thoughts, but I isolate myself anyway.

What genre is my life filled with? Is it romance horror action, or maybe its just and empty space a lonley emotionless void.

My mind races I feel like I thought of everything so now what do I do?Especially in a pandemic. Why am i here? Do i have a specific job in this world? Whats my purpose?

Music- I've grown up around it, but its also impacted me in a negative way, Causing me to be led astray. Its like my weapon that can be used against me.

Why am I like this? I hate not knowing, but I want someone in my life to fill my void, who will hold me when im confused and lonley. Why am I not happy anymore? What am I missing? I know this is stupid. I just want to know why did this happen now? Why did it happen in 2020

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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