1d
like a car crash,
explosions fill
my head
emotional wreckage—
thoughts tangled
in dread
am i the problem?
or are they
projecting
instead?
i let go
of the wheel
just to
feel something—
go off the rails,
’cause sanity
feels surreal.
am i the problem?
or just
trapped in
my head?
because dealing
with this
is harder
than i ever
imagined.
explosions fill
my head
emotional wreckage—
thoughts tangled
in dread
am i the problem?
or are they
projecting
instead?
i let go
of the wheel
just to
feel something—
go off the rails,
’cause sanity
feels surreal.
am i the problem?
or just
trapped in
my head?
because dealing
with this
is harder
than i ever
imagined.
inspired by Story of the Year’s “Take the Ride,”
this poem unpacks the moments when self-reflection spirals into self-blame.
it’s about losing control—mentally, emotionally—and wondering if the crash was your fault...
or if you were set up to break.
for anyone who's ever asked, "is it me?"
this one's for you.
this poem unpacks the moments when self-reflection spirals into self-blame.
it’s about losing control—mentally, emotionally—and wondering if the crash was your fault...
or if you were set up to break.
for anyone who's ever asked, "is it me?"
this one's for you.
(32/M)
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