My mind is full of silly urges

An exploration and a plea

My mind is full of silly urges—things I wouldn’t say out loud.
It’s a hot tar pit, a breeding ground for poetry, light, and sound.
It’s growing tight; it’s fit to burst—explode at any minute.
It’ll rip the muscles off my bones and take my body with it.
I’m suffering! I’m delusional! I’m angry and I’m sad!
But I don’t want you to pity me or say it’s not that bad.
And when the world is beautiful and I’m full of faith and joy,
I don’t say a word; I keep to myself; I wouldn’t want to annoy.
So please, if it’s not too much, open your ears to me.
Let me know that you are here; please let my mind go free.
Don’t judge my thought; stay interested; take in the words I say.
Release the pressures from my mind and take these chains away.