My hand shake,

My heart races,

I feel insane,

I feel insane

My head hurts,

My thoughts, the worst,

My stomach turns,

Yet I hold no blame.

It’s not my issue at all,

Its nothing I’m going through,

But the fact it can hurt me later,

Makes me sick and navy blue.

My hand still shake,

My body is awake,

With the displeasure

Of feeling sickly insane.

I feel insane.

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A quick poem to get some feelings out :)