I am a mess
I never used to be this way.
I don't know where anything is
Or, the things that I am tested on.
My mind goes blank
And I can't remember,
How to read
Or, write.
I may play it off cool,
But, in reality,
I am a deer caught in the headlights,
I am lost.
I am scared.
I am a mess.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryIdeas, thoughts, guides, suggestions, sheer nonsense and randomness of my bad (but sometimes good) brain. This book will never be completed because I will never stop thinking.