Dash out the door.
I'm a mess.
Emotions running high.
I feel eyes staring from everywhere.
I said alot of things that were not nice.
It's just what I feel.
Too bad if you dont think its right.
Nothing personal.
If things I say offend.
Then the words must be ture.
I dont know what is wrong or right .
I am just not feeling right.
Dizzy.
Lightheaded.
Ready to faint.
Things once again fade to black.
Next thing I know I am not where I want to be.
Back in the spotlight.
Of the eyes that pierce and stare through me.
Rid me of this horrible feeling
I feel the lowest of the lows.
I just wish things were what they used to be.
Nothing smothering me.
No nuce around my neck.
The circus in my head.
Inside I am dead.
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