The Rut Poem by Christie Maker

I exaggerate
I over analyse
I think way too much in the past

I shorten my days
I don’t trust my own judgment
and I’m getting nowhere so fast

I cant stand the pain
The hurt and no bloody gain
Im getting nowhere fast
Going round in circles
And I don’t wana stay this way
And I don’t wana stay here

I think its sad
When I see so many bad things
But I think its even sadder
When the bad things are done
And no one feels bad
For doing bad things

I definitely over analyse
I think way too much
And I never seem to act in a way
That gets me out of this rut

Oh rut oh rut oh rut oh rut oh rut
Climbing up the sides but still cant
Reach the top
Cant reach the top

And I’m sliding down again
Sliding down again

Get me outa here
Get me out of here.