jungle.

the jungle is wild

inside my head,

i don't know when

it'll all be dead.

i hear the rustle

of the gentle wind,

i feel the words

that the lonely send.

i feel alone

in this place.

so i stare up

into space.

it feels so empty,

yet so full of life.

and then begins

the hateful strife.

the animals

all glare at me,

i kind of wonder

what they see.

am i game to them,

a simple feast?

or am i a human,

the greatest of beasts?

they look at me

with pleading eyes,

begging me

for a million lies.

i cannot say

what they need me to,

i can not hide,

that's what they'd do.

so i look at the animals,

all in a line.

and i say that this jungle

is mine.

they laugh at me,

they think i'm weird.

perhaps it would be better if

i just disappear.

the clouds get darker,

the wind picks up.

the murmuring voices

have had enough.

the animals

all cry and scream,

i guess it was exactly

as it would seem.

they rush at me

and thunder strikes,

the trees are howling

with delight.

they want me gone,

this forest is theirs.

it was never mine,

it was never fair.

it's all in my mind,

i know that now,

but sometimes fantasy

says what reality never shall.

it shows the truth,

clear as day

that this jungle in my head,

will always have the last say.