Broken Record

The voices in my head are getting louder every day
they circle in an endless loop of things that people say.
My brain is filled with jumble to the very brim,
and when things are most confusing
they say ‘go hit the gym.’
And then when time is wasted running
all my fears away,
I come home to voices that play and then replay.
Life’s become a tick that has settled in my skin.
It nags at me to itch it but then it buries farther in.
And when I scream in pain they tell me to relax
and then they start the record player
and it plays as though its scratched.
I’m trying to keep up and do what is right
but the jumble in my brain
is blurring up my sight.
My head’s imploding
My mind’s exploding
I can’t seem to seize the day
I’m only this close to the edge,
and that’s not far away.
Stop and smell the roses
before you finally go insane
and wish you’d spent your time
accomplishing you goals.
because there's no time to allay.