In Your Head

November. 4

You sit on a bed
In a room painted white
you look all around
while you hug yourself tight

You begin your tale
as if it were fact
though he may not believe it
you know it is that.

You speak of a world
with theories and such
where things aren't all known
in fact, not very much

You speak of a world
where they don't talk the same
nor do they all understand
what the others say

He looks up and smiles
and chokes back a laugh
you ignore and continue
for an hour and a half

You speak of a world
where people run free
they do with no question
from what you can see

you speak of a world
which is turning around
not only that
but its shape is quite round

you speak of a world
which is blue, green and white
when you look from a distance
though few have seen such a sight

You speak of a world
so different from yours
in your mind, you live there
where your life soars

Up he stands
and snaps his book shut
"Put him with the rest
"he's clearly a nut."

As two more men
come to take you away
you close your eyes tight
and go to your world to stay

you've never gone back
to that old life again
you live through each day
in the new life your in

you know not what your doing
in that old silly life
for all you know, you're dead
forget that life of strife

This is where your staying
here forever more
until this one comes to an end
then go reopen that door

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KK, this poem is very different from usual. Its a poem about (and in the perspective of) someone who is in an alternate world from us, and is considered insane because he is, in his mind, living in our world. It's based on the idea that maybe we really are in some psycho ward, imagining this entire world. I decided to put the explanation at the end so that you may be able to interpret in your own way whilst reading it.