My Brain

Chaotic, Mad, Vivid

Depressed, Psychotic

The screaming in my brain never stops

The loopy-ness inside like a narcotic

Ever changing, Ever odd

The silence is never there

It drives me insane

The silence is so rare

Twisted, Turned, Spiraling

Like a clock’s gear moving

My brain is always learning

I’d rather it be silent

I’d rather my the voices stop

But if the voices would go silent

I might just drop

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