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Where everything is diffrent...

Writing my feelings down feels like my body touching the ground.

Crawling on a pavement one of the streets of unknown city,

Where everything is different.

It feels like something which you held inside had already gone without saying goodbye.

And everything is different.

It hurts a little,

Stings somehow

And everything is different.

All those memories of the good days and pleasure moments went away with ink,

Leaving me alone in this cruel world

Where everything is different..

Reality

You’ve never seen my real nature

Always faking and pretending

None has seen my true intentions

And I don’t wanna be mean,

I just know that I’m not special in the way you want me to be…

I’m ordinary abut a little bit scary with my ghost haunting me.

There is a world you cannot see

I’m the only human there

It’s weird to write this down as I don’t see it very often.

It’s just there and I know it,

Somewhere in my imagination

The world of happiness for me

The world where I can be free!

I do not see those normal people as I see them here.

I’m weird, I know,

And sometimes I’m even scared of myself; of the visions I call to my brain

Those which can happen and those who can’t…

One day I think it happens

The end of my imagined world

And than I have to face the reality

Where everything is lame…