Get Out Of My Mind Poem by Mark Heathcote

In & out, of my mind… in & out, of my mind…
What does she think it is a gold mine?
Yes, I’ve learnt to mime; I do it all the time…
For sanity, I’m not just a number a bar code
Get out of my mind. I thought it was going fine
Why do you question every second of my life
You’re now helping to send me out of my mind
In & out, of my mind… in & out, of my mind…
In & out, of my mind… in & out, of my mind…
Get out of my mind. It’s getting difficult to mime.