I’ve got an itch on my mind
Trying to scratch out all that ill intent,
Sickening words, and vomiting out my anger
Screaming in my head, bouncing echoes of a shallow mind

Though I’m always in deep thought,
Over internalizing, self sizing with the daily voices
Conspiring, in these confines of a usually trapped thought

A hand of ****; guilty pleasure, and ***** ideas
And always wanting to touch it all,
Still as someone who hasn’t been touched at all,
More or less of what you call a touch of love
When a so called love, has molested your mind;
Wondering if the way you act is ideal, or just you replaying
your abuser’s ideas

As I bought myself a licence to keep my drive
Sometimes I feel my dreams lead me in the wrong direction
As pride is a weapon; whether you it point at people or yourself
There’s always a direction to point your shots,
Make your point and leave your mark in the world
Just be careful of your mind; not to deep dive into too many
thoughts, and try your best to keep straight with your drive.