My Mixed-Up Head

My Mixed-Up Head

Thoughts collide like storms inside me,

voices twisting into confusion.

Truth and fear blur together,

and the walls of my mind feel too small.

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Memories flash like broken mirrors,

each shard reflecting a different me.

I try to gather them into shape,

but they scatter the moment I reach.

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The world expects clarity, a single path,

yet my mind spins with endless possibilities.

I stumble through the fog of indecision,

searching for some solid ground.

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Step by uncertain step, I keep walking,

trusting that confusion itself can teach.

One day the chaos may make sense,

but for now, I endure the storm within.

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