Uncertainty
Level headed is not me,
If kilter
Out of whack,
But killin' it.
Woe, mania is me.
What form of insanity is the?
Who knows which me is me.
Uncertainty,
Out of touch with reality,
Master of ignoring my responsibilities,
Release me,
From your grip
Before you bring me to me to my knees.
Flash backs hit me like a grenade,
Trauma explosion to the face,
Trigger city,
Trigger me.
Traumatize me by touching my soul,
So I know it's time to say goodbye.
Copyright © Nikki Pruitt | Year Posted 2021
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