Issue Ridden

Midnight rain pelts the sunroof Synchronised with the beat of my heart I wish for the thoughts in my mind to go “poof” Where do I even start? The issues no longer here What may be my greatest fear I beg the issues to stay— they are my dear They ground me while I steer. No longer controlling me, My issues are not an 'it' She is all I can see I have told you just a slight bit. Midnight rain pelts the sunroof Synchronised with the beat of my heart No longer wish for the thoughts in my mind to go “poof” You have now met my start.