My Sanity.

Sometimes I doubt the thoughts in my own head,
Disassembling a perfect puzzle of what I feel and see,

And approving of the uncertainties in my heart,

As though there is another person living inside of me,

It immoralizes this highly perplexed soul,

The complete opposite of a clear conscience,

It sucks my sanity through a growing hole.

p.s: 'a bunch of BLOBS!'