Rethink Poem by Daniel Y.

My thoughts are nothing special,
I thought

my brain is just too slow.
I can’t keep up with simple stuff.
It stops when I say GO!

My brain no work, can’t brain today,
my think is not alright.
I’m head-hurt, thought-ached, and of course
my hat is on too tight.

Now
if you think my thinking
is something quite insane,
you aught to take a look
inside
my nutcase of a brain.

I’m sure you’ll find at least
a penny’s worth
or two
or maybe find a missing piece, that is

the missing clue.

But something else is deep inside
which drives me up the walls.

An itching itch that makes me twitch
From toes to pearly skull.

How can you continue on,
pretend the world is daisy,
when everything is not all right?

It is the contrary.