My thoughts could run a marathon
Faster than Usain Bolt
But they can't focus
All over the place
From here
To there
Up high
And down low
but they never stay GROUNDED
My words f l o a t away from me
Like balloons set loose by a child
"You don't care," they say
I care too much
I care to the point of pain
Am I enough yet?
I would cut myself open
Rip out my heart
How much of me is too much?
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
My thoughts could run a marathon
Faster than Usain Bolt
But they can't focus
All over the place
From here
To there
Up high
And down low
but they never stay GROUNDED
My words f l o a t away from me
Like balloons set loose by a child
"You don't care," they say
I care too much
I care to the point of pain
Am I enough yet?
I would cut myself open
Rip out my heart
How much of me is too much?