For the first time in quite a while, I have a poem. I was cleaning up the house when I thought of the first two lines. I'm very certain that it doesn't flow well and it is extremely short, but I'm posting it anyway. I hope it is clear, understandable, and I do not hope it is relatable as I know just how hard it is for my voice to be shattered where my mind is a mirror.

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My mind is like a bullet.
It goes a mile a minute.
But when this comes
To voice it,
Expression is a flaw.
Random shit flows out my mouth
Morning into
Someone else's shout.