*"Echoes in My Mind"*

The things I write, the things I do
The things I see, a different world
Everyday goes by, but I feel like I'm stuck
In a time warp, where reality is rough

I see things that I'm not sure are meant to be
A world of chaos, where humanity's lost its key
People say I'm crazy, and my poems are a cry
For help, for hope, for a glimpse of the sky

But I love the way I am, with all my flaws and fears
I'd rather be a misfit, than a face in the peers
You might think I'm sick, seeing things that aren't there
But it makes me feel alive, like I'm floating on air

In my head, I become invisible, forgetting the pain
Of a world that's often cruel, and drives me insane
But in this invisibility, I find my peaceful nest
A place where I can hide, and let my spirit rest.