Catharsis
Maybe I'm insane.
I can't understand my brain.
Sometimes, most times, every single time,
I will lie to you
and tell you I am fine
but I do it so I don't bring you down too.
But I'm a liar
and what I am writing is a dire,
call for help.
And to the paper I will yell
I will write down all the words I think
I won't even sleep a wink
Trying to think, think, think.
Copyright © Juniper Spring | Year Posted 2016
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