Antics

A brief poem by a racing mind.

I picnic on panic,
I am frighteningly frantic,
And when I am upset I am absurd!

Its tragic, i am manic,
I don't plan on these antics,
But life has taken a turn!

Spiraling through this circus...
I still have no purpose...
My words are empty and hopeless...

AND I
CAN'T
SEEM
TO...
FOCUS!