Pushing my eyes from their sockets.

There is so much
it’s living in here
and I can’t get it out
because every thought I release
creates several more to replace.

It hurts when I think
and I have to write it down
It’ll slip out
tripping my feet
climbing it’s way back in
through my ears again.

I must write it down on paper
and set it on fire
or it’ll keep coming back
because I’m still here
I’m still alive
and the thoughts
are taking on their own
self growth.

There is to much
to much to read
to much to listen to
my ears ache from the noise
and my brain can’t process
as my thoughts are fighting it
I’m loosing this battle
with this life
because this place
is restricting
it’s injuring my mind
as it wraps around my brain
pushing my eyes
from their sockets.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina