Mind Struck

Because of unresolved childhood trauma,

I come to this awful realization

That I have crippling insomnia.

The mind stirs up so much drama,

Feels like a type of dictation

As I hear harsh whispers like verbal diarrhea.

I tend to dwell on thoughts like it's a mania,

Need some kind of solution,

Maybe even the Messiah.

I close my eyes and words repeat like echolalia,

Seems my overactive mind makes more of a dramatization,

Try to imagine the words are from a person with aphasia.

Fear dances in my mind like a ballerina,

Mind does not quell the generalization,

That this is temporary like a type of amnesia.

While the words feel like coprolalia

They trigger me like it is mania,

I have to come to the gratification,

It only feels like unavoidable drama.