There are days I feel discombobulated.
And sometimes I'm overpopulated,
by thoughts.
My brain refuses to agree,
with the other parts of me.
Though I try to make sense of it all.
There's just too much absence,
of the things which make my life
a mediocrity.
So I'm stuck with the hypocrisy
that there may be more out there.
When my reality has already dictated,
a fictional tale must be read instead.
I sit and brood in gloom
while being over consumed.
I hear those voices speaking,
seeking truthful lies to soothe me.
But there's nothing to make any
of it okay.
And I'm back at the beginning
where I came in.
Feeling discombobulated and
sometimes overpopulated,
By thoughts that refuse to agree
with the entirety that's me.
Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus
