All Mixed Up
All Mixed up.
All mixed up
Screaming…without making a sound.
Wanting to pull all my hair out.
Meditation does not ease the pain.
Too much frustration is flying inside my brain.
Insanity is where I want to be.
It’s hard to keep a controled mined under these frightening things.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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