Twisted
A twisted mind a tormented brain
2 steps forward and 2 steps back
It’s like looking at a paving crack
No one knows me in or out
I’m so confusing nothing helps
Twisted up and knotted well
I can’t even feel or smell
Weak and fragile as a vase
My head is in the awful maze
Am I alive or am I dead
Or is this all just in the head
Feel so sad and happy now
Laughter with tears and pain
Like a mad man in the rain
Spinning jumping on the spot
Like the one who’s lost the plot
All I want is to be completed
The feeling like you’ve achieved it
Not roll over and pull up the sheets
To jump out and demand the street
To love yourself when no one does
Just go to hell because that’s so
Bring it on and win the race
And it, if tears roll down my face
Copyright © Robert Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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