I can't think of a title.

The futility of your exercise
Makes me wish your demons I could exorcise
Your thoughts are only beacons
to bring attention ashore.
All it does is fill your mind with a cocktail of poisons.
You bring new meaning to a penny for your thoughts.
I wish you did not let yourself be carried away by the herd.
I wish you said what you felt regardless of whether you'd be heard.
Because attention comes to those who choose not to seek it.





P.S : This is what happens at 3 AM after being on a solid sugar rush. Hope y'all like it.