Words of a Poet

Same Old Me

My mind is scrambled
Nothing makes sense
The letters written down don’t make words
The feelings are too tense
My body tightens
A belt around my heart
Almost ready to explode in my chest…
Just to get some rest.
Squeezing out my soul
Dripping out of my brain
While my thoughts
Slowly drive me insane
Trying to keep it in
Trying to fight the fight
And bring it all back within
This is what you see
And all it is to you… is the same old me.

by Matthew Henrickson