Am I myself going insane,
Think my mind has fallen out.
With my brain,
I've even asked my id and soul.
They don't know which way to go,
Even my thoughts when asked.
Just says he doesn't know.
My hair itself is wearing thin,
From all the trouble from within.
With my mind fighting with my brain,
I think I'm going to enjoy being insane.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-25 at 13:12

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