Fever Poem by Laura arwen

In my happy
craziness I can
hear imaginary voices
I'm an atypical
girl because I
believe in the
paranormal and supernatural
things but I
don't believe much
in the destiny
To speak and
laugh with ghosts
is my natural delirium
The hallucinations can
alter the weak minds
Sometimes the hallucinations
are a perfect
gift to escape
from the stupid reality
The fever is
a painless process
of conservation
It's not a
tragedy or a
problem to be
alone because the
solitude can be
a responsible remedy
The tears shed
are a vigorous
liberation from different
emotions and sensations
There is a
time where you
can not waive
its own ambitions
The paranoia is
a serious and
irritating disorder