Theres a carnival outside
But Im not fit to go
My parents think i’m mad
How could they really know?
There’s a carnival outside
I can hear it seeping in
There’s a carnival outside
I might loose my head as I go deeper in
My parents think i’m mad
and the carnival outside is calling to my soul
And I hate to say that I think it might be the truth,
that i’m just not okay
I used to think that it was life's cruel currents
But it's me trying to survive in a sinking boat.
And I can hardly breathe
Now that i write and i think
I feel like I can’t speak
To the people who don’t see
Its getting harder to do things right
I feel like my internal selves fight
Im trying I don’t have much might
But i’m starting to think that I might just….
I need to go,, somewhere far,
Somewhere I can’t be read by your hearts
Somewhere I can learn who I am before you decide in your mind
It's been a while since i've needed to sing
And I realize i’m in a bit of misery
And now I can finally breath
I know where I am when I speak
So now, I know, I just need to go
Somewhere where I am not known
Now there is more to show
than this part of me that you and I have grown to know
And so… I just need to fly
Alone, let my find my home
I need to need to leave you behind
Because your linked to the side of me I don’t want to hold
It pains me to see what i've done
How good things turn bad
How I’ve learned to shut out the sun
There’s a carnival outside and I can’t seem to join
There’s a carnival outside
But I know I must to go
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And I can’t look you in the eye
Cause I have no energy to calculate the face I need to make for you to feel okay
I feel trapped in a cage
While you just watch me go insane
I think that when I see you I might begin to cry,
because all the things I've lost will suddenly be mine
I can't bare to hold the weight of your eyes
and the little care they hold
but there’s a carnival waiting for me outside
A carnival that’s made for me
Take me away from this misery
Allow for me to finally breathe
Where everything that I am is seen
And the crowds will cheer as they see
This part of me that is my insanity
The elephants come in and lions roar,
I will stand on the top of the floor
And then
I will be free, I will be free, I will be free
This was written the month of June in 2023. I study anthropology and I write poetry to think and remember what my mind said to me one day like this entry-- if i forget who will remember?