Hand Stand Poem by Snake Blocker

Hand Stand



I feel the rush to my brain.
I feel the balance on my shoulders.
I see things differently now.
No one can replace my perception.
No one can understand my point of view.
Being in the mist of confusion.
Sometimes I just want to get out.

Looking at the chain reaction.
And knowing why I'm misunderstood.

Thursday, August 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
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