by Alexis Jardin

Created on: September 17, 2009

Not quite an explosion,

simply put,

its like the walls of my mind

are facing erosion.

So slowly,

my sanity is leaking out,

the crackling holes become bigger,

allowing in a dreader sense of doubt.

The truth wont stop these trembling walls,

if you glance into my mind,

you'll see me with duck tape

running down the halls.

There goes another portion,

this fortress protecting my mind.

Please don't believe the lies you hear through the vine,

I'm not crazy,

in fact I'm quite sane.

Truly my sober mind has been my life's bane.

Perhaps if you help,

when you see me here,

instead of stopping to mockingly cheer,

we can patch these holes,

and secure these walls,

so I'll need not worry if indeed my sanity should fall.

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