I don't think I know
What if any or none
The bubbles of spasms
The twitch and turn
Layers and layers of angst
A buildup from an unexamined life
A silent wish to give up on
The constant uphill mental strife
A throbbing pain behind the eyes
Not a well-intentioned pain
A release from the anxious state
If the damn mind could be slain
I don't feel good
About my thoughts
I know I'm weird
I have my blindspots
The circular and endless whys
The lack of determinism
The patterns and squiggles of
The teeth inside a prism
I can't imagine infinity
I can't feel the texture of worry
The circles of overlaps in them
A string of nested flurry
I can't look into the mirrors
There are two distinct tongues
Each opposite the other repeat
The sound from each lung
It's the sadness in me
That colors the world today
I think it would get better
If I could hold the worry at bay
A misappropriated song
From a shredded melody
The weight of the nonexistent
Lost on the choir elegy
There's a suddenness in panic
A bead of heavy sweat slide
I feel the madness swell
But I know it's not me inside
I know I'm already dead
I just haunt a frail corpse
My thoughts are wafts of wind
Worries that haven't stopped
