A very VERY bad poem – sorry in advance

Unearthed treasure

An undiscovered cure

Ancient piled book never been read

Abandoned animal that needs shelter

A distinct language that one person -me- in the world speaks

As known as i might be, as unseen i feel

Let me set the records straight, it has to do with the realms of thoughts that are revolving in my head

And all the different clans of emotions that are waging war in my bed

It is hard to sleep when my heart is breaking instead

I still taste that sour flavor at the back of my mouth

Of Having a home and being homeless

Being a stack of ridiculous confusion that i try to sit down on the floor and untangle by night- each night- thread by thread only to find it piled up behind my back in a black ribbon with no start point to pull in the morning

And when you innocently tell me to take it easy and just live,

I cant help but envy you on how green you are

And how you cant seem to see my dilemma of knowing im immortal and that im not okay with that

How will i ever get to experience everything i want and die instead?

All my demons are dancing infront of me and singing out loud the darkest songs that i adore,

Torturing me,

As if they know which beat that is missing from my chest

The struggle of my quest,

That missing beat is replaced by the pain of others

To understand, see and bd not understood nor seen is a curse -or like you would say “complicating things in my head” –

My sighs are endless

My hands are bolted

I pray i wont stay in this maze till my book of life is folded.