Most times,
i wish it was a game i played,
not the reality at all,
that it was what i could really turn off
and not just have to pretend not to feel at all.
It would have been great if
this was a tale of all the
warm, light, and fuzzy feelings
that were bugging a teenage girl
but not at all, quite the opposite, in fact.
My own thoughts have left me holding a microscope often,
studying and trying to understand
how such strong emotions are held in this weak mind of mine,
thoughts of greatness and destruction, too,
the latter dominating inclining towards its very peak.
And yet, most times,
the very things that seem draining,
shaming and constrainting to others are irrelevant to the owner.
it's not that I'm unaware. Trust me, I'm
these feelings are far too loud
it's like the ripping of the page
It's heard across the room
the pull is rough, and the paper remains completely useless and discarded of
the rubbish bin is overflowing
just like my mind does with these thoughts.
©mindread
M