Everyday my thoughts and fears,
Start out the size of a dime,
Throughout the day they differ,
With deeper consumption of mind,
I try to wear my poker face but,
Somehow I end up crying,
I beg and plead for sleep at night,
But they have no concept of time,
Some nights are worse than others,
Some nights I feel just fine,
I'm really so tired of counting sheep,
My brain is so tired of trying,
I deeply wish the thoughts would stop,
Slow down relax and unwind,
But I feel as though I've lost control,
Like my sanity is not rightfully mine,
They come and leave like thieves in the night,
Committing sad unthoughtful crimes,
I just can not take it I'll fight and refuse,
It's time that I draw a line!
On the nights I don't sleep,
My conscience just screams
I'd say wake me up, but it's not just a dream
It's real fucking life
And it is what it seems
The thought of you has fucked me up bad
And now my conscience is all disesteemed.
About the Creator
Samantha Acosta
A lover of words..
Saddened by the lack of appreciation for verbal conversation in today's society
-Me
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