A messy room reflects
A messy brain
So what happens when my whole life
Is a mess
What does that make me?
Nothing more than a mess to be cleaned?
Nothing more than a project to some?
What about messy eyes,
Does that mean a messy soul
If the windows are dirty
You can't see through it
So what's too say about my soul?
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
