My life is a made up overly emotional stay in stories
Hiding depression from all this glory
Thoughts above my head
In case I need to remember
What was said
In mirrors I see her
A delusion used up from fantasy
I’m imagining
Quiet stirs my loud thoughts
And eventually push a new plot
Worry brings out dark concerning matters
My brain starts to scatter to burn
Feelings moodily awkward
When impressing forward
I can’t protect my head
Or the trouble it has already said
Nonsense
This existence