your mind is messy
a maze
thoughts get lost
in themselves
thinking with no direction
is bad for the heart
its hard
to find your way back
when back
is bad
a past
you are trying to shake
instead of share with the world
like scars on elbows
there is nothing left to show
so we shout
hoping the sound
will make or break
im sorry
but it wont
i have tried similar tactics
no use
so we toss and turn
troubled youth
ruffling through
thoughts we wish didn't exist
i too am a mess
you just can't see it
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