Locked up with my thoughts
Is not good because they get ******* in knots
And I am left questioning my sanity
And at times blurt out profanity
Call me mad
But in truth this is very sad
To be locked up
Is messed up
Someone let me out
There has to be another rout
Oh wait
This is a bit late
But you were in my head
Right before I went to bed
What a mess?
Your mess is no less
Then mine
I’m sure you’d make twice as many lines
If you dared to write
But for now goodnight.