psychotic-dreamer

I've got this accent In my head Where people smile And they ask me where I'm from Deluded, convinced Like children who believe what they're told "This is where I'm from, Can't you tell?" Don't you believe me? I've got these words In my head Decorating my sentences With metaphorical ribbons and "I'm-so-smart" lace, frills around the edges So people are awed Astoned and impressed by my vast knowledge Like children I've got guilty pleasures In my head With changing myself For people, to see people Fall back in their years To act like the children they all used to be Believing everything Because there was never a need