The Words
My words,
are constantly jumbled in my head.
I can never seem to get them out.
I'm always stuck in a whirl wind.
My mind,
it brings out these words,
but the story is never in line.
how can this be hard sometimes?
A struggle,
this is nothing new.
I try to write every day but
the confusion has set in.
These words, yes, my words,
will always be here.
something new will be created,
but I just have to sit back
and release these words of mine.
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