Hiding within me
Creeping inside
He controls my movements
He invaded my mind
Restrained to the sidelines
No one seems to see
The strings attached,
The life he stolen from me
He hides in plain sight
Camouflaged in the crowd
Don't act suspicious
Don't be found
But no one cared
No one cried
About this stolen body
His stolen Life
So he got sloppy
Slipped up at times
Intentional mess up
Just to thrill his mind
The imposter within me notices
We both got run amuck
No one cares about me
No one gives a FUCK !!
Are we the interlopers ?
We who fight for control ?
Or is it the people around us ?
Who couldn't care to know ?
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Author:
PurpleGlasses (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Props to vegeta (DBS) His speech about Goku black inspired me to write this piece. Tbh I didn't know what interloper was beforehand
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Comments3
an intriguing question
can be traced back to nature or nurture
a poem to contemplate
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks for the read !
Interesting take 🙂
I found this confusing but hey what would I know
Thanks for the read. Generally speaking I like to leave to interpretation to the reader.
But perhaps this context might help you.
The poem is confusing by design. Because it (to me) describes the struggle with my mental challenges
The interloper is my mental illness personified. He tries to weave malign thoughts in my mind, to slowly gain control.
I try to retake control but am unable to do so.
So in power the interloper is happy at first. But he then realises the burden of my existence (which ironically laid the grounds for said mental illness)
So in the end we sit down and together we curse at the indifference of the people around us
I hope this makes it more understandable.
Who's controlling who, that's the question.
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