TWISTED
He wondered what is life trapped in the unknown?
Waking up to a beautiful morning, all sounds monotone
He cannot recognize his identity or deeper emotions
Residing inside lies a crowd of voices stirring commotion
Somewhere in the brain thoughts are not straight
Staring at a blank ceiling wondering what’s at stake
His personality shines through walls which people love
But when confusion strikes, who to trust, he unplugs
Away from reality diving deep into a valley called green
To run around reflecting the paths representing his needs
By wanting so much and desiring very little
Has caught him off the edge from decisions so simple
Overly analytical, indecisive, what does he want?
Twisting people left and right words can’t unravel blunt
Life cannot be shared, must he remain alone
Ready to escape the valley with no direction towards home
Explaining himself strips away his breath overall
But sealing thoughts quiet triggers monsters that crawl
When others become involved hearts might shatter
Feelings that grew in the beginning now do not matter
His mind doesn’t have a destination of where it’s going
Floating back to the valley where seasons changed; it’s snowing
While time and space are needed for proper direction
He closed his eyes hoping to see one reflection
Twisted was his name though it casted a shadow of shame
Unable to change and frustrated at playing his own game
He just wanted to wake up different, identity in clarity
Things needed to be unfogged liberating himself from disparity