From the center of my mind
To the tips of my fingers
I sit inside and find
that mostly love now lingers.

But the tips of my fingers feel like slamming the keys
No longer able to hide this rage in my soul
All that I've been longing for is peace to free
However to some, I have a heart of coal

My intentions are just that is for certain
It's breaking it feels with every thought
I've put myself behind this mentally ill curtain
For this type of enlightenment is rarely sought

The paper, or web is greater in this matter
For hurling my words to silence my own chatter

To put my mind to rest
Seems to me no simple quest

Maybe I am slightly mentally ill...
But least I seek not of an overseas ****.