numbers swirling in my head
monsters hiding under my bed
a deep pounding in my chest
sweat rolls down my cheek
(a nervous mess)
my brain can't decide
if something is wrong or if
it's making things up.
I'm really trying to get this figured out.
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All The Things I Want To Say But Can't
PoetryA bunch of poems I wish I could let others read, but can't.
