Tilt-A-Whirl
When the world is so still,
Why am I so dizzy?
Spinning and whizzing around my own psyche.
Twirling and turning to battle what's behind me,
And yet I see nothing.
My vision is hazy and blurry,
Like a painting caught in a storm.
My colours are running to the nearest drain,
And this whirling pool of shades is making my stomach ache.
My twisted mind,
Caught in the tornado that is life.
I think I'm going to be sick,
When can I get off this ride?
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poésie- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
