Mixed Signals (A Poem)
Something about life being difficult makes me excited
I imagine myself being a heroine in a story ignited
All the adventures I should be doing while I'm young
All my dragons, lovers, and songs I should have sung
The struggles and the way to keep up is surely annoying
Sometimes I just want to disappear and keep scrolling
A darkness lingering in my mind, I waste precious time
My soul becomes dry, I lose the hours, which are mine
Eating and sleeping become a routine, a daily ritual
I send out mixed signals to the universe, habitual
My eyes scream, they want to see interesting scenes
But there are only four walls inside my dreams
Days come and go, unproductively spent, still asleep
I dream about death waking me waiting to go deep
I sigh because of my impure thoughts, there is no pain
My heart wants to speak its truth without no shame
Nothing can be done, but to wait for the right moment
A fate I can not escape, into my very soul it's woven
The mundane exists, it speaks of something forsaken
Within a short time, the supernatural will awaken
At night, it crawls out of my delusions and illusions:
"Stay inside the four walls, that's the only solution."