You let me down, my dear Brain.

How could you let me down?

My dear brain,

your power is so immense

But you lash out on me.

 

Why me?

 

For once let me have one thought

one idea

without spending hours on the tangents that arise.

 

When I see a story

hear a story

about someones loss

someones love,

 

you make my lungs fold in on itself

my teeth grind

I attach my nails into my jeans to hold on

while you spiral into a panic attack.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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