Craziness for the crazies

My ears are full of paper ripping

My chest is getting squeezed

I feel like I’m being dramatic

my head is very tragic

Playing these

A

B

C

D

Movies that I have watched since I was 10.

Why do I have to begin again?

Stop thinking

Breathe

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A tango that’s a line dance

A line dance that’s a trap

I can’t get off this dance floor

At least not yet

A man is chasing me

Teasing me that he’s going to shoot

Around my home

At dinner

Workplace

At bedtime

Shoot, just shoot.

I wish I could rip it off

Un root it

Throw it in the trash

But this is the brain I was given

And I have to make it last