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| out of control out of my mind wild and crazy waiting to find out how to cope and out why it's like, I'm floating on clouds, and flying so high, out of this world, and out on a limb, bouncing off walls, don't know where I've been, dazed and confused and living life like I'm painting a picture of my mind's fight, between right and wrong, between up and down, between left and right, between noise and sound, out of control, out of my mind, wild and crazy, waiting to find how to control it, and how to be calm, how to see clearer, and how not to fall, down where it's dark, where the pain dwells, down where it's deep, where the tears swell, out of control, out of my mind, wild and crazy, waiting to find..... |
| Tis poem was written during a severe manic swing. I was actually sitting in an outpatient therapy group when I wrote this. I was trying to ground myself, so that I wouldn't dissociate. |
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