I'm ok
You practice to the mirror
Trying to convince yourself
But things couldn't be clearer
You're ok
You keeping saying to make it by
Truth is you're barely floating
As your strength is running dry
They're ok
You remind your own thinking
They won't notice when you're gone
Only you know you're sinking
It's ok
This act you've done so long
You may try to believe it
That nothing with you is wrong
I am ok
You say, even if it's for naught
A nagging voice inside your head
Keeps screaming; No, you're not
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
