| I'm Driving Me Crazy |
| 3/3/03 - 11:00am |
| My mind sitting idle My heart drained of feeling Nonexistant my conscience Won't ever start healing. Somnolent waking Loud freakish quiescence Restless peace, here I'm sitting being tapped of my essence. I've pushed myself farther My soul, I've bore all Insecure and angst-ridden Stumbling towards downfall. My senses are failing Confusion enslaves me my pain is restraining I'm driving me crazy. |
| Notes: I wrote this one during school. It felt like the tower of EVERY SINGLE bottled emotion I had from like, my WHOLE life...had toppled over. It affected me SO much, that it was keeping me from doing everything but crying, sitting, and walking. I couldn't talk or bring myself to eat. I couldn't think, yet I longed to figure things out. Everything was SO loud, but too quiet...I was SO tired, but I didn't want to sleep. This is why I intergrated so many oxymorons in this poem, such as "loud quiescence" and "restless peace". So many things about my life contradict eachother and because over-analyze every little thing, I myself was driving me crazy. |
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