Mind-sy
My mind is such a mess.
I wish I could explain.
Am I happy or am I upset?
It's hard to tell with such pain.
Should I even care?
Because at times things aren't fair.
I could feel the change.
But my vocabulary doesn't get to such range
For me to get to describe what I want to say.
And it's happened more often these past days.
I hope one day my mind clears.
Because the only thing growing is my fears.
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