I'm laughing and I'm crying and I'm not making sense.
Kinda sorta like an invisible electrical fence.
So run into me as fast as you can cause I'm not actually here but you can feel that I am.

I love how it's late and you can't really tell I'm lying. Am I faking? Or am I taking things one step to far cause I never really understood the boundaries that should or could have been put but maybe you could over step the lines?

Will it hurt to be helpful? Will it help to be cruel? Should I tell you I don't care so that you'll do better in school? The logic doesn't make any sense but then again nothing does when people much rather make guns than love

But now this isn't what this story is about.
It's just a young woman trying to get out of this place with the boundaries surrounded by something akin to fire and as I'm banging on this fence my fists are getting tense and I need you to know that what I'm saying actually does make sense.

My words are hindered. Blocked with this fear of the fact that nobody actually wants to hear these things that are inside of my head. I'm yelling now. I'm still laughing. I'm on my knees beating the ground trying to get past this trap and please tell me I'm making some sense cause these words just need to break this invisible electrical fence.

I'm putting together sentences, building my own businesses while trying to handle the random dizziness that comes and goes with highschool drama but then realizin that I got it easy compared to some kids.

So as I put my hand against this fence I'll feel the shock travel down my wrist and I'll cry some more tears and face my fears as I continue to laugh and not make sense.
I guess people are right. I am crazy.

I should have known I could never win against
An Invisible Electrical Fence.



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Spoken poem. It most likely doesn't seem right to most because like I said it has to be spoken. Who knows I might preform it at school during that coffee thing where kids read their poems on stage.

Other than that this is just late night writing. A nice realize as well :]

This is for my subconscious
This thing here its for my being
I'm not quite sure what I want to say
But I need you to know what I'm seeing.

I'll keep quiet beyond these written words.
I'll keep quiet for our good.
Tell me though, what it looks like beneath the made-up hood.

Is it broken like we try to hide
Or is it really just me?
Maybe its a little game
A horrible one of hide and seek.

This is for my subconscious
This thing here its for my heart
I'm told your never worth it
But you once were at the start.

I'll forget the past
But won't look for a future
I'll play my cards though
Cause I look forward to the suture.

The one that fixes that deep cut
You know the one you made?
Yeah...This is for my subconscious
The one you helped shut away






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Emo angst type things.
I love how my fingers can naturally type these thing.
And Ohh how my fingers missed them.
:D