lost in my own thoughts,
so many to list.
one minute i'm happy,
the next i'm pissed.
who do i tell?
it cannot be answered.
i wish i could control my thoughts,
i wish they could be mastered.
i am unable to express
the way i truly feel
or what i really think,
i don't know if i'm reallt real.
i want to be on top
of what my mind thinks
its easier said than done
because control slowly shrinks.
so much i must put up with
too much that can be said...
"get over it" my dad said...
"at least your not dead"
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