Always tried to be a mellow medium,
Tell myself that I gotta keep composure,
Keep an open eye,
Even when I'm upset and boiling,
Keep your mouth in line,
You gotta keep composure,
When they all are in line,
And I'm waiting to get in,
Knowing I won't ever fit anywhere,
In those lines,
Not even the one with both kinds of them,
Sitting in the crowd,
Crying about how I don't fit in any of them,
I scream and cry,
And beat on the walls inside of my head,
It's such a bad thing,
I always watched the doctors draw my blood,
No one ever wonders how it goes for me,
Don't you understand,
I don't understand what it's doing to me,
When my head cries so loud,
And all I ever do is stand in the crowd,
Gotta keep composure,
Wishing I could say I'm proud,
For joining any kind of crowd,
And that I just might let you don't,
And silence was the thing that jump-started my head,
Screaming all alone,
Let it echo throw the valley,
I've been running all along,
And every breath of air,
Brings a new one,
My blood runs as it boils,
Inside my head,
As to cools as it drops down to my feet,
Gotta keep composure when,
It's the needle in my skin,
That drives me for more,
The drugs I don't ever need,
When the metal that stabs my skin,
Is the thing that gets me high,
Letting my blood cool,
When it comes to cold,
I can't even feel what's become of me.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
