At times I want to scream.
To cry.
To tear my hair out and let out a blood curdling yell.
And I don't know why.
Or how.
I just know I feel this way.
I don't remember when it started.
But it feels like it won't ever stop.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
