Mind-sy

My mind is such a mess.

I wish I could explain.

Am I happy or am I upset?

It's hard to tell with such pain.

Should I even care?

Because at times things aren't fair.

I could feel the change.

But my vocabulary doesn't get to such range

For me to get to describe what I want to say.

And it's happened more often these past days.

I hope one day my mind clears.

Because the only thing growing is my fears.

This poem is about: 
Me

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