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SPIRAL

When my mind starts to spiral
Over words that were said
I take to the pen to get out of my head
It’s the only way to tackle the pain that I'm in
Obsessive contemplation that fills me with dread
I feel like I'm walking in an endless circle
A thousand-yard stare and then I switch to non-verbal
I'm a broken showhorse who can't jump the hurdle
I'm a star on a stage who missed dress rehearsal
I look out to an audience who appear unimpressed
They take pride in my failure and they mock my distress
I read bad reviews and then I throw out the rest
And just cower as I watch them plunge an axe through my chest
I challenge choppy waters in shoes lined with lead
I'm diseased and disfigured and hanging on by a thread
I'm a shadow in a dark room bound to my bed
If my only choice is to spiral I would rather be dead