I’ve Told you Before, I Don’t Know What it is, So you Title It.

"Un-spoken" Word, Poetry, Society, Writer, Writing, Journaling 1 Minute

Enter at your own risk,

I’m lost in thought and have no script

I think a lot, I’m prone to fits

I’ve been fucked up, still at 36

I feel like Rogue, that X-Men chic

I have to watch who I touch, who I open up with

I mean well, but my mind is a bitch

She talks to me so hypnotically, captain of the ship

I feel kind of irrelevant, she’s tripping again and always wins

We’re both victims..here sitting..waiting on who knows it

Her opinions on what fixes shit, is quite different and I’m lost in

My own toxic far fucking lost subconsciousness.

Don’t get to probing too much and decoding my junk

This is just poetic symbolism

One form of getting me up up away and lifted

From all of it,

Even if but for moments

Published by mywonderingsoul.com

Jesus follower, mother, poet, trying the best I can. I have fought depression, anxiety and who knows what else since I was an adolescent. I am trying to allow my writing to be as free and organic as possible, so if I appear to be a little too unstable, you're right on track! Jesus said 'the truth will set you free," and I ran with it.

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