A place for everything

Insecurity comes when there is no control. Overwhelmed with the passion of the need to be. It will be gone tommorrow.
My mind spins out of control. Rapid thoughts going forward with only a single space.
There's a place for everything and everything in it's place. For a short time I can let it go no place, fantasy for security,


Then when it comes the sadness appears because I am what I seem. I try to hide this fugitive inside to make all of it plain and in
one line. And forward. They can always see the sadness in my eyes though no understanding comes with the look, the glance
away. Unable to meet the torture the see. Not understanding me.