Running on fumes.
Irritated and agitated.
Feeling argumentive.
Please do not cross my path
I may run my mouth and it could knock you out.
Climb to the top of a tree.
Shout and scream all the rage supressed in me.
Jump and hit the ground running.
Turn left.
Felt a little funny.
Back out go right.
Slam hard into the stop sign.
Not kind
I want to just be left behind.
Let myself heal
from the mental madness that causes alot of my ordeals.
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