My heart
My mind
My hands
They are racing for the finish line
The end of the fast-paced misery
But this race doesn't end
It gets slower
It gets faster
But never ends
This race takes my feeling
And creates what most would call
A panic attack
Caused by the family I have grown to hate
This race
Takes place in...
my heart
As its beat quickens
My mind
As its thoughts pace
My hands
As they shake
Gripping the steering wheel of my life
At any point, I could let go
Finally, end the race
But that would mean death
My personal race car
Would crash
But deep down I want it to crash
I want the race to end
I want the crowd to stop screaming
I want the worried feeling gone
But most of all
I want my heart to stop beating
I want my mind to be at ease
And I want my hands to stop shaking
I want my race to be over
Once and for all
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