Last night I took a drive far away.
I lost my mind somewhere along the way.
And found healing the very next day.
Would it be okay, today, if I just ran away?
Legs excluded I'd like to walk away.
See everyday I think I'm done feeling this way.
But then it comes again, like a toxic sin.
Demons screaming "let us in."
Heart pushing forward, mind caught on a single word.
That. One. Word. Could take me down.
Face smiling but mind has a frown.
I feel a phony, a freaked out clown.
Sensitive as a poet, numb as a long forgotten ghost town.
Its hard to explain, and I must say probably causes concern.
Not everyone understands, not even myself.
Truth is I'm a simple wreck, can't always help myself.
An organized mess with a fear of feeling useless.
I know what I share is dark, but there's no point in speaking if it's not from the heart.
I'm just a soul wandering, looking to fill my part.
Tired of unnecessary small talk.
Too focused on staying straight in my walk.