i put my brain on this little wooden table,
next to a jar filled with water.
the hat on my head covers the hole where it used to fit.
but now it's too big.
i set my heart on the shelf above my books.
the pesky thing always got in my way anyhow.
all too tight about those insecurities and
some morals that seem a bit ridiculous.
but now with nothing i find i'm at a lost.
what to do, what to do
without the annoying compulsions and twiddle-dee-dums,
daydreams and nighttime thinks.
no fear, no love.
my intelligence,
loves,
hates and rage
means nothing
and neither does anything else.
say, i know it sounds real nice,
but numb really isn't all that fun.
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
