And what about that mess,

The mess within,

Within the mind,

Sucking every bit of peace,

Leaving me uncontrollable,


Both by the mind and the heart…

Frustrated by this very feeling,

The hands are dying to slap the self…

Slap with all the strength she has,

For it feels mad when the self is contradicting the I….

What to do,


The mess around,

Could become my reality…


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