My Mind.

Not everything is as it seems.


4. My Mind

Head pounding, ears ringing, 
Aching bones, organs singing; 
'Give me more, I need more!' 
I finally realise that I'm a bore. 

Repetition is ugly and routine,
And makes me want to clean
At my thoughts and actions at best,
But I never want to do the rest. 

Aggravation tears at my patience,
A difficulty that comes with temperance. 
I can't stick with will power anymore, 
I'm going to end up lying on the floor

In tears of annoyance and darkness, 
Pushing against the thoughts of my likeness
Reflected in a mirror, contorted and gray,
I suddenly disappear into the fray. 

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