My Side of the Story Vol. I

149.) Knocked Out

My brain feels like a clown car with eight people inside. The car is so small that there's nowhere to hide. As you try to move there's very little space. I can't stand it here, I hate looking at their faces. But we're stuck in this for life and that's the part that sucks. It seems like everyone around me has gotten rid of all of their fucks. So I'm kinda just left with everyone screaming in the car. Everyone is trying to get in the driver seat so I know we can't get very far. So the lot of my time is spent arguing to have control. I wish I knew how to do something else but this is all I know. So I write and I write just to get the feelings out. But in the end life won in this fight and I feel like I've been knocked out.