My Mind

It feels like I'm falling,

Down.

It seems like I'm running,

Out.

I think I'm dying,

Inside.

My mind,

It thinks,

It speaks, 

and I believe.

I wish it would go.

Where is the mute button?

It has been so long,

since I have last been open.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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