Restless
Tossing and turning.
Desperate to find some comfort.
First too hot. Then much too cold.
Sheets messy and jumbled, like the thoughts in my mind.
The weight of infinite pressure upon my shoulders, keep them feeling like a slab of cement.
Meditation is of no avail, for the silence only amplifies the voices in my head.
Nowhere to escape. Not a soul to comprehend what's in my mind, without questioning the validity of my sanity.
So I put on a smile and say "I'm fine".
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