Sometimes I get lost inside,
I find a corner to curl up and hide.
Or I'll prance around electric plants,
Lose myself in some sort of dance.
Twirl down the vines of consciousness,
And slide down into a thoughtful mess
There is light but also dark,
My mind is not just some cheerful park,
The clouds come in and impair my views,
I hesitate, fall apart. I lose.
But if I work and try,
perhaps one day I
Will fight the demons from inside,
and learn to love what I usually hide.
