Inside Her Mind by Ashley Harris

Inside her mind is like some scavenger hunt, u have some of the treasure but not all you see... 
inside her mind there are nightmares locked away and demons somewhere at play, enter if you dare. 
Inside her mind is like a battle field be careful where u step. 
Inside her mind is this movie that many would never see only bc she didn’t let this here leak... 
inside her mind there are storms coming and raging that only the strong will be able to maneuver through, but still even the strong fall short too ... 
inside her mind the story never changes and the happy ending isn’t what your expecting ... 
time after time you throw your all in just to say that u gotta do it again? 
Inside her mind is the wheel that turns but seems to never find the corner that will end its endless spinning ...
Inside her mind u never know what your going to find... 
Even though you speak of inside her mind, how many can truly say she felt safe enough to invite you in? 
Inside her mind is a privilege that many don’t receive, inside her mind is not only her personal crime scene but that’s the oil in her machine to keep the demons away... 
Still inside her mind is another world that we won’t be able to see... 
Come and take a walk with me let me be free from inside my mind, can’t you see that someday this will be the death of me? 
Come inside my mind you will see .

--Ashley Harris

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