My Mind
My mind has endless thoughts
I keep wrting them on paper till I guess it stops,
The flow is so easy sometimes it is not real
How is possible to keep putting down what I feel,
I believe I am good and yet there is doubts
Do people understand what my poems are all about,
Does my mind have the knowledge to keep this going
Or just maybe one day I will realize that I don't know what in the hell I am doing,
It makes me feel good to write words on paper
To express how I think and my total behavior,
I am as normal as they come
But, you see there are some whom think I am dumb.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2011
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
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