Sitting here all by myself.
Tears trace down my cheeks.
Inside my head the world is making its' noise.
It's enough to drive me mad.
And I'm half way there.
All wound up tight
I feel I'm about to explode.
There's no peace of mind for me again tonight.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(04/04/2013)
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I'd love to know what you think of this poem.