Hey guys I just wanted to write a poem so here it is.
It's like I'm tired all the time I dont want to go to sleep but I want to close my eyes.
I want to do some thing about this crate I locked myself in but I cant do that without the hate.
What do you do to stop yourself from thinking the what ifs if you have to think everyday tricks.
How do you fix something that is so fragile that one simple thing can make it all go down hill.
Why is it when you try not to turn Invisible it does the opposite and makes you feel hidden all the time.
The things I am talking about are the clutches of the mind and the troubles of terrifying kinds.
I hope at least some people understand the hidden meaning of this poem. And can you tell me what you think in the comments please I enjoy writing poems but I want a second opinion.
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