
It's a mental craze,
and it often runs like a maze.
The bitch runs like they're on cocaine
and it's driving me insane.
I feel trapped inside myself
and I can't seem to hear anyone else.
It's a true breakdown
and I feel it driving me closer and closer to the ground.
The thoughts won't stop
and the bitch is on parole watch.
Nothing in my brain will stop
it's like a mind proving clock.
About the Creator
Dakota Clayville
I write short stories, poems,and write journal entries
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