What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?
I think I'm going insane and out of my own mind,
My own thoughts I wish I could get rid of-dismiss,
Some of them are gross and mean, some are kind.
I can't stand the sound of the thoughts speeding,
Crashing into guardrails, break checking me,
Not stopping when the sign is right there-aiming,
The visuals I get are blurry and blotchy.
Get out of my mind, GET OUT OF MY HEAD,
Please I beg of you oh dear thought process,
You're ignoring the cries that I shed,
I admit it, I'm going crazy now, I confess.
