racing thoughts
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I'm having one of those days
Where every insult I can tell myself
Is rolling around in my head
I'm not smart enough
I'm not capable
A/N: This is better served as a performance piece, as it is the first Slam poem I ever wrote. So I will indicate actions in my performance with
*asterisks*
Like a foot is stretching my heart
Contorting, stressing,
I feel nothing at all.
Like they're talking,
And I'm talking back,
But the words are vegetables
Why are carrots coming out,
Whenever I attempt the act of relaxation, In the forefront of my mind there is always a slight hesitation.
