What Is Happening?

What Is Happening? short poem

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The tears have fallen;
The Blood has shed.
I might be hearing voices.
I think I’m in a nightmare.
My mind is spinning in a thousand directions;
What is happening?

I’m feeling out of control;
This seems out of my hands.
I can’t find the difference between reality and inside my head.
What is happening?

Is there someone out there or am I alone?
My eyes are playing tricks on me;
I’m vulnerable and scared –
Scared beyond belief.
Please don’t come after me.
What is happening?

– I hope I’m dreaming. –

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I am currently just a 17 year old, senior in high school, who uses poetry as an outlet for the good and the bad of my reality. I write to forget and I write to remember. I'm inspired by so many things, whether it be music, lyrics, poetry, stories, or experiences of mine or others. I just hope that one day my poetry can speak to someone the way many poets works have spoken to me. With that being said, I hope you guys enjoy my poems!
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Preeti
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Sometimes, you get these thoughts, the need to self-talk and wonder…True and touching!

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