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Restless Mind
At night I try to sleep, but my mind stays active.
It soars so far away it's impossible to grasp it.
It wonders from things like my children to world peace.
It breaks down things until they're all their own separate piece.
I tell it to be quiet, but it continues talking and most of its bad.
It makes up conversations with people that I haven't had.
It tries to predict the next day, but I'm not telepathic.
I can't predict tomorrow, but my mind is scared it's going to happen.
I think of the world ending and even of heaven.
I think of God and even sometimes the Devil.
Why do all of these things continue to race through my mind?
I thought I had anxiety, but what if it's something else inside?
How do I make my mind stop and just take a rest?
Will medicine help or put me in a zombie-like trance?
I don't want to be someone else, but I'm not happy with myself.
I just want a day that's free of fear, stress, anger, and regret.
Some days I think I could possibly be schizophrenic.
Other days I fight it because I don't want to be that sick.
I want to be normal, happy, and calm.
Somewhere, some how I know I belong.
It soars so far away it's impossible to grasp it.
It wonders from things like my children to world peace.
It breaks down things until they're all their own separate piece.
I tell it to be quiet, but it continues talking and most of its bad.
It makes up conversations with people that I haven't had.
It tries to predict the next day, but I'm not telepathic.
I can't predict tomorrow, but my mind is scared it's going to happen.
I think of the world ending and even of heaven.
I think of God and even sometimes the Devil.
Why do all of these things continue to race through my mind?
I thought I had anxiety, but what if it's something else inside?
How do I make my mind stop and just take a rest?
Will medicine help or put me in a zombie-like trance?
I don't want to be someone else, but I'm not happy with myself.
I just want a day that's free of fear, stress, anger, and regret.
Some days I think I could possibly be schizophrenic.
Other days I fight it because I don't want to be that sick.
I want to be normal, happy, and calm.
Somewhere, some how I know I belong.
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