These thoughts are building up like an endless tower,

constantly rising until its weight can no longer be supported,

and causing my ton of thoughts to tumble down like a rain shower.

I pretend that I’m fine, but God knows that I’m a fighter,

trying to slay it all away before my mind becomes contorted.

These thoughts are building up like an endless tower.

I try to make my silent screams louder,

but my calls for help are thwarted

when my tower of thoughts collapses like a rain shower.

I’m becoming weak. I’m losing my power.

I need to be figured out before it’s too late. Sorted.

These thoughts are building up like an endless tower.

I am the enemy of my own mind, and I will be something my mind will devour.

As my thoughts consume me whole, I will become distorted

after my tower of thoughts collapses like a rain shower.

Control is what these thoughts will soon empower

if I do not try to keep my mind guarded,

but these thoughts are building up like an endless tower,

making my thoughts tumble down and fall like a rain shower.