I have racing thoughts.
I count to three,
As I try to with hold
The maniac inside of me.

I write to know emotion,
I write to know how I feel.
I write to find out what is happening inside.
What is dreams and what is real.

My past is unsure to me,
My future forsaken.
There was an adult present,
While a child was taken.

Building up the courage,
To conquer the scream
Which lay in the darkness
Amongst a blackhearted fiend.

To open up the truth,
I would have to open my eyes,
To defeat the monster
That created all my cries.

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