Purposeless Pages

My body has a language

my mind just can't explain

I'm falling out of this world

and into a frame

Insanity never came

Labeled on a shelf,

the only person I cant make happy

is myself.

My feet are found pacing

There's no faking it tonight

My breath is too heavy

My lungs, too light

Rushed before my ambitions decay

But what's my minds racing anyway?

This poem is about: 
Me

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