Some days i get trapped
In my own head. I might
Stay there for a while, and relish
On the fact that my insanity
Can run rampant and my
Conscious decisions cannot combat
The thick cloud of confusion.
I think so much that thinking
Is now obsolete. When I don't have
A soul to speak to, I engulf myself
With willful depression.
A mental cocoon to protect
My butterfly, even if it has no wings.

   But that's only on some days...