My mind races and races, 

At too fast of a pace. 

For writing, all is well. 

For life, all is hell. 

Racing into thoughts of pain, 

Thoughts that drive me insane. 

Most of these thoughts are far from the truth. 

But I still attempt to find proof. 

These thoughts also pain those around me, 

For they know these thoughts can’t be. 

These thoughts come and leave,

It’ll get better, I believe. 

My mind races and races, 

At too fast of a pace.