Poems from Weirdo

Walking down the long, crowded corridor barely avoiding the many faces, almost tripping me.   You approach me and consult my well being    ...
I hear my manic laughter as I try not to cry but it slowly stops and replaces itself with tears your words were my stability yet you...
The voices in my head are like a broken family Torn and distraught, quiet and kept to themselves Never sharing because sharing is the fuel...
I hate it when I cry When my tears fall silently like quiet rain and it leaves a small water stain on what used to be perfect paper I hate...
I had the thought, I shed a few tears as a result of it.   but not nearly as many as you caused,   I had the thought,   that I might be...

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