Get Out.

I can't get out.
I can't get out of my head and my head is spinning.
It's filling and spilling and overflowing with my thoughts with
You.
I'm stuck in this game of my brain and there is no way to shut it off.
No way.
No.
No I will not stand down and no I will not become passive about this false issue in my head.
No I will not stand by and watch as you chip away at my sanity and my soul.
My mind is your graveyard and I'm the keeper and apparently it's my job to make sure you rest there easily.
But your not resting easily.
No, your running around.
Your running about and causing a muk and you refuse to settle down.
Haven't you taken enough?
Haven't you seen and stole and bordered and barred enough of my life?
Of me?
I guess not.