All the quiet time in the world
Won’t do me any favors or good
Because my thoughts are bunched in a bag
Not leaving, even the ones I wish would
Heavy, pressing my brain from the inside out
I carry these thoughts everywhere
The ones I’ve “forgotten” are still stuffed away,
Somewhere in there.
I can’t get away.
Even in the silence of my surroundings
I hear them screaming, screeching
These migraines, I can’t get off of me
They shake the bag around
As if trying to get them ready for random selection
But picking won’t do me any good
Because back in the bag they go
I could’ve sworn they were dealt with

But back in the bag they go
Go, go!
I wouldn’t wish these thoughts on my biggest foe
Because they don’t leave
Like tiny ants crawling all over me
I’m jumping around, running away…
But they stay.
I just want a little quiet time
So I could get some things done
But they follow me
Even in the most sleepless nights & on the busiest days
They tease, they play
& I can’t get away…