Loud mouths and talks
Give me a headache
The mind in a lock
In an open room, blocked
In my seat I squirm
Wish I could wiggle out like a worm
Heart beats go boom
Wish I could teleport out of the room
No app on the phone
Which says
Skip escape delete
Walk out straight
Neither an option
Now it’s too late
Worse still,
The tormentor doesn’t know, of being one
The crazy mind blinks and thinks
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To be cruel is not an option
In my head there’s always enough room
To be physically present and mentally lost
To be at peace and find solace
Never A Loss