Manic


I never thought I was manic

Mind races in a panic

Grandiose ideas that will take me places Writing poems doodling faces on pink laces
One day you’ll find all my plans and notes Hidden away in organized totes

Like an agitator in a washer that doesn't stop spinning
My mind is clutter, I could be winning

You tube inspirations, self help book and admirations
The mirror and plant prevent my validations
The mind is complex and I’m n the middle

My mind is on overload all I can write is this riddle

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