My breaths become uneven
And my hands begin to shake
Silently, I scold myself
For the scene that I will make
Because tears are rising up now
And I am rendered mute
My body is on fire
And I feel like I might puke
But that's just a normal Tuesday
Or any day at all
I'm used to it by now
Feeling oh so small
There's no need to pity me
I've forgotten what it's like
To have a brain that's nice to you
And actually works right
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Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryMy brain is filled with dirt and goo Some leaked out, so I'll share it with you
