Get Out

what do you think of when it comes around?
do you try to fight it?do you try to think of other things?or...
do you let it consume you?do you let it be apart of you?that would be easier, right? to let it in, completely?.
please dont judge thoughit's not like I have a choice... not reallyit doesn't feel like i do at allas soon as it starts creeping its way in i can't help but let it in...
again and again and again.. all i... all... all i want... is... for it to...
getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout
getoutgetougetougetoutgetoutgetoutgetougetougetoutgetoutgetoutplease
outoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutout
get out of my head... 
please.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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