Thinking kills

I don't know what my brain is thinking about half the time

maybe I do, but I don't want it to be mine 

its hard to ignore 

but it builds more and more

ive tried before 

but it's like someone banging on the door 

it's like it will always be there

maybe one day I will be able to share

what I just can't seem to bare 

to explain what goes on in my head 

so I will be able to shed 

all the negative things that go on in my head 
This poem is about: 
Me

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