It's a modern blunder,
but that's why i wonder.
My thoughts are roaming,
and roving to someone's ear
and that brings fear.
They call it schizophrenia,
but i call it a woe, a weight -
on my chest, a pain inside my brain.
No matter how hard i resist,
i can't make an exit.
I'm not the only one, i know
but why i'm the one, always?
I know it won't broadcast,
but my heart never accept.
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The poem expresses inner struggle and emotional distress caused by intrusive thoughts and confusion. The speaker feels mentally overwhelmed, as if their thoughts are uncontrollable and drifting outward in a way that creates fear and anxiety.