Constant state of an
Emotional disaster
Always on the
Brink of destroying all the good thingsUpsetting others is what
I seem to be best at
All the wrong things
Pouring out of my poison-stained mouthThe honey that was once my
Words, turned sour,
Toxic,
Became too much of one thingConfinement and isolation seem to
Work best for the hopeless mess of me
Walls of the strongest point
So no one gets hurtI'm a complete train-wreck
With words that seem to
Fall into the "offensive" and "hurtful"
Category of things
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Chaotic Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and writings of mine that are a slight insight into my "chaotic mind."