drifting
My thoughts drift off in the wind,
For I cannot ever say the right words,
For my thoughts shall always remain unheard,
Iḿ a dead bird,
For my thoughts are trapped in thy body,
I freeze then panic spread,
I don´t want to go on meds,
My thoughts drift off in the wind,
not a single word to be said
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