Untitled Poem by Vanessa Kingsley
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Are my thoughts safe?
I don’t know.
Sometimes I wish for a padded cell,
Just to get away from the mind games.
Is there someone or something,
Listening to my thoughts?
If so,
Why?
Why do you listen?
Why do you play these silly games?
It does not bother me.
Though yet, it does.
When reality came, it took away me.
It took my Cinderella dream
My self-esteem.
Everything.
But it left me with my mind.
And now, even that is taken away.
So, I have no choice but to create a world.
A world for me and only me.
A world that is…
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4/24/2024 5:41:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very cool, I see a person, a girl really that is in a padded room, talking to herself. Maybe crazy, maybe just wanting to get away from the questions she can't answer. Maybe looking for help. I don't know. But again execellent poem. Rabbit