My mind is manic
It's mostly manic
But they don't understand it
They say it's damaged
I mostly panic
I'm mostly frantic
Extremely anxious
I'm full of angst
I'm feeling blue
In different hues
I write like Langston
Hoping that the thoughts would dissipate
I’m feeling blue
My mind is manic
They think I'm different because I choose not to participate
And my mind is manic
I mean kind of manic
I see a spectrum
It’s mostly blues
I like the patterns
I didn't plan this
I'm not different
I just like patterns
I just like patterns
My mind takes license plates
And makes up stories
I just like patterns
And I compartmentalize well
Thoughts locked away
Boy in blue
I isolate my thoughts
My mind's a cabin
You can enter if you'd like a vacation
My mind's a cabin
Get out if it gets kind of a dark tone
My minds a cavern
Hope you don't mind
But mine is manic
About the Creator
Dan-O Vizzini
Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?
Well— reach.
Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.



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