Why is my brain

Like earbuds tangled

Straight out of

A pocket unorganized?

My messy mind

Invites its

Mental issues

Into my days

In too many forms.

Distraction like a dog

Hunting down a squirrel

Darting up a tree--

Barking all along the way.

Mood like swings

When we were kids,

But dragging along

The woodchips

Beneath our toes,

Struggling to soar above.

Repetition like a

Broken record,

Broken record,

Broken record,

No record of an end.

And anxiety.

I'm an artichoke,

Choking on what I

Need to say,

But can't.

If only they were to

Slow

Down,

Consider my

Different way of

Speaking,

And read

What I can't verbalize.

My voice is found

In the place it takes

Care to look

And consideration

To hear.