Let this be untitled!

There is a jam in my head

as if the neurons got mixed up

no one knows what to do, where to go

just like me.

If I don't formulate this chaos

into these words that type too fast

my head will explode into pieces

and there's already so much pollution,

so much noise and entropy - 

why add to the burden

besides being one.

Why is it that there is always

a point to prove to someone,

someone who is important - why?

I am only sinking another inch

for every inch that I wish to fly.

There is a crowd waiting

to watch you go down.

But I am not bothered about them,

I am bothered about me.

I want to be the woman I have

always thought I would be -

ever since I was three.

My worst nightmares lurk in my mind; 

and if I give them any air to breathe

they will resurrect and I will choke.

They will live, and I will die.

I can see I am walking 

towards a dead-end.

I am only hoping

that when I reach the end,

I shall realize it's only a bend.