Too Many People in My Brain

To organize my mind

Too many thoughts

Too many people

Too many personalities

Too many stories

They scratch at my skin and knock on my skull

Sometimes I need silence

So I have to release them upon the world

And when they are done there and I've rested my mind

They crawl back into me through my eyes and ears and nose and mouth

And I carry them around with me until I need to let them go once more

These are my kids

I try to set them free

But they always come back to me