Why are the thoughts so loud.
There is not enough room in my head for them.
It seems like they're spilling out and flooding everywhere.
Every inch of my room is covered in my thoughts now.
I'm drowning in them, there is not enough room.
I want to scream at them to quiet down,
But I can't get a word out.
There is already too much noise, I can't make anymore.
I need to get out of here.
But it's my thoughts, how do I escape my own thoughts?
"Is there no way out of the mind? "
Sylvia gets it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem