I've Been StuckA Poem by Shea
A wall of bad memories,
encases me in self-pity, melancholy drips over, the rim of my tender eyes, there is no rhyme or reason, just an act of treason, upon myself. The chemicals in my brain, bounce from even to odd, a problem only pills could heal, over too much wasted time, there is no control over, which emotion overtakes me, I'll pretend to be free, while my thoughts sink. © 2012 SheaReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 18, 2012 Last Updated on February 18, 2012 AuthorSheaFLAboutJust call me Shea. I turn to writing as a therapy, use it to pick at my own brain in hopes of finding who I am. Don't be shy. more..Writing
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