People say to be yourself but
My self has many different facets,
And each side has rounded its edges.
I have become a dull stone.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I've been picking my brain to see if I was buried inside,
My brain is now a scab.
I’m peeling off the scabs and eating them desperately
To get my mind back, to gain some other thoughts
Aside from the replaying sequence of failures and what ifs
That scar up when I don’t leave my brain.
Hopefully I’ll wear myself out a little more
And drift into a better dream.
Then I’ll be able to talk coherently after a full night’s rest,
And talk about how that last week was a nightmare,
And I’ll be able to focus on the words flowing from another one’s mouth,
Rather than have a desperate chuckle and a furrowed brow.
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