My mind is a roundabout,
Thoughts whiz around,
And collide into each other,
Sparking into combustion,
The blood-curdling screams scar the witnesses.
Sometimes the traffic is bad,
And the thoughts are stationary,
The passengers beep their horns agitatedly,
And each one echoes back a thousand times.
My mind is a busy roundabout,
When will it go quiet?
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
