My Mind Is a Whirl

Don't. Can't. Won't. Listen. Listen. My mind is awhirl. Too much of that stuff. Life is redundant. My friends are boring. My parents are fussy. Absolutists. No room for me. I try to get in my truth. Screaming it out in looks For I am not allowed to speak Unless spoken to. Right? My mind is awhirl. Wanting to break out. Of this prison where I was put right away. Little ladies don't get dirty. Don't speak until spoken to. My friends jabber about the same stuff. Every day. A rewind conversation. I am screaming with my eyes And my body language. No one cares. As long as I don't show my crazy.