It's. So. Loud.
Voices reverberate in my head
The echo is deafening
I'm not crazy.
A siren is blaring in the distance
But the outside noises don't resonate
And it's so loud inside of me
Peace of mind is just an imaginary state
That I don't have the capacity for
And I'm not crazy.
But the road won't stop spinning before me
And my thoughts still lack shape
Yet here I am
And they won't leave
I am not crazy.