Little people everywhere!
Lost in my own world, as I sit and stare.
These little people’s eyes, are decayed
I’ve never felt so afraid
Maggots wrapped in grit that looks like sand
I’m lost in a world I don’t understand.
It’s got to the point Conversations with people don’t seem real,
if I concentrate on these little people will it help me heal?
Trying to figure out the meaning of it all,
Whilst I feel my own tears fall.
I can’t stand the way these little people crawl
it’s just turning in to a mass brawl.
I tried to talk to those who are closest to me,
To try and find out away I can be free.
Or to try and understand what is going on inside my head,
And why these little people look almost dead?
Looking for a meaning for the discoloration of their eyes
or why they are covered in flies?
It’s a constant itch deep to my bone
I've tried to talk so I don’t feel alone
But I got laughed at and called crazy instead!
I try to open up but I just get miss-read!
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