Secret thoughts, innermost in my mind,
Remain, caught up, inside of me,
Distraught and all entwined,
Among my inner feelings,
Of things not meant to be,
While bound by my commitments
And unable to be free.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.