Everyone thinks
That my emotions are smooth
Pen on paper
Let’s it all out
The truth of my gift
Is that my mind is so messed up
That when I write
I don’t even think
There’s no room for it
One slip up though
And my flow crashes
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Bloodshot eyes
Mind racing
Body follows close behind
Moving to keep myself up
Just long enough to figure it out
To solve the puzzle
I choke once
It all falls apart
Burns in front of my eyes
No longer can I do it
The pen raises from the page
My poem is undone
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You think that it is easy
If you knew the things I thought
Saw the images that flash in my mind
Maybe you would understand
That my mind is a jigsaw puzzle
Over and over I hear
How great it is that I can write
When it actually isn’t just a gift
But a curse tied up
Only a little though....
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Twisting and turning
Never thinking straight
Jumping from one thing to the next
Never knowing how to bet
“Will today be better? Tomorrow?”
I never know and never will
Jigsaw Puzzled Mind
And it is all mine.