ThePlayerP

I'm kind of going crazy, I'm caught inside my mad mind. Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine! The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur. I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur! And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin; The hair is falling down and the voices make a din! I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key, So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.