Write 365: 031 – Fucked Up Thoughts

The design of process in my head may seem a little off
To me, they appear normal but when you break it down, it’ll come off as erratic
The cup runneth over and these thoughts spill too
Before I know, I’m on to the next as the vision turnover is quick
Some of these are too cruel to even utter out loud
People would question why anyone would deal with my antic
That makes me who I am, love it or gladly leave it alone
Just know that a conversation with me isn’t talking to an average cynic