Locked inside are all my deepest thoughts
Subjects of all sorts
But one in particular is always in my mind
Something I can never leave behind
I keep it in my brain
And with it so much pain
My mind is always whirling
People say I'm quiet
People are blind
I think about things all the time
Things not worth a dime
Things others not considered
They look at me bewildered
And I look at them back
Pitying the intelligence they lack
Sometimes I will the thoughts to cease
But mostly they keep me in one piece
For without them I would be bored
And then I return to that one nagging question
It feels obsession
People say I'm quiet
People are blind
//I wrote this over a year ago now and it's so cringy and I sound really cocky with my whole "pitying the intelligence they lack" but it wasn't meant that way, it's just another word for thoughts. I'm really not that smart xD//
