I Suffer From

A very brief poem I constructed years ago about the inner turmoil I was going through.

I suffer from insanity,

Of my own dimension.

I suffer from stability,

That causes my depression.

 

If ever I could awake,

Would I find to my surprise.

The monster that I’m hiding from,

Is hiding in my eyes?

 

I’m drowning in the simple truth,

The answer I can’t see.

Could I become the master,

If I could master me?

The End

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