I love to spiral
To drown myself in thoughts only the mad can relate to
But when you ask me, I'm sorry, boo, I won’t tell you
My body can shiver with self-pity
You ask how I'm doing? I’ll say…. 50/50
I can have an internal breakdown.
And you ask, “Why the frown?”
Deep inside, I scream, help me get out
But my false confidence helps me regurgitate lies
Until I can literally taste the word “I'm fine”
Cuz not lying makes me feel nauseous,
I know being cautious will be the death of me
That Macbeth can attest, you cannot outrun fate
No matter how many spirals you make
But I crave for stability in an unstable world
Poetry is the only unchanging form of matter
Therefore, it is a safe haven
Each line is treated like a deep scar
Disinfectant can’t attain
But I'm trying to change, and I will someday
But every Sunday feels like a reset
Put a coin in the slot, but I guess money can’t always talk
And I thought materialistic love was the remedy
And to be honest, therapy isn't helping
Now my two senses what made sense now cost more than 2 cents
So i dont understand why I was sent here
Now circles and swirls do not look so bad
Maybe I fear this is all I will ever be
Take this as i plea or an easy way out
But your doubt will disappear when you see my inner demons sprout out
Twisted and ugly
And maybe I'm lucky
I mean Spirals and thoughts are not lovely
But I guess I will be fine
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
I love to spiral
To drown myself in thoughts only the mad can relate to
But when you ask me, I'm sorry, boo, I won’t tell you
My body can shiver with self-pity
You ask how I'm doing? I’ll say…. 50/50
I can have an internal breakdown.
And you ask, “Why the frown?”
Deep inside, I scream, help me get out
But my false confidence helps me regurgitate lies
Until I can literally taste the word “I'm fine”
Cuz not lying makes me feel nauseous,
I know being cautious will be the death of me
That Macbeth can attest, you cannot outrun fate
No matter how many spirals you make
But I crave for stability in an unstable world
Poetry is the only unchanging form of matter
Therefore, it is a safe haven
Each line is treated like a deep scar
Disinfectant can’t attain
But I'm trying to change, and I will someday
But every Sunday feels like a reset
Put a coin in the slot, but I guess money can’t always talk
And I thought materialistic love was the remedy
And to be honest, therapy isn't helping
Now my two senses what made sense now cost more than 2 cents
So i dont understand why I was sent here
Now circles and swirls do not look so bad
Maybe I fear this is all I will ever be
Take this as i plea or an easy way out
But your doubt will disappear when you see my inner demons sprout out
Twisted and ugly
And maybe I'm lucky
I mean Spirals and thoughts are not lovely
But I guess I will be fine