The thoughts never leave my mind,
They're recurring,
It feels like I've been timed,
To the point of quivering.
People don't understand,
It's not my fault,
They think it's planned,
That I lock my thoughts in a vault.
I want what they say to be true,
But all my mind does is deny,
I wish I could see through,
But instead I comply.
June 12th , 2016 .
