My Mind is a Wad of Rope

It's very thick rope
Because it absorbs everything I ever see
But I can't really ever cut anything out
Yell it out!
Write it out!
Burn it out!
Burn it all out? Those times she got me high, the sickness and the sadness, all the girls who made me cry and how sometimes i feel like I made my grandmother die and all of this madness,
It just remains, wrapped up quietly inside the inside corners of my boring brain
So this ball of rope in my head keeps getting tangled like its being fed because I'm seeing different sides of the people I know and who the hell is this girl in my bed?
Who are my parents? What does god look like and does she love me? How do I impress myself? Can I prove I'm pretty with the way I dress myself?
The rope also molds itself to the people I love
How she holds herself, that's me
I can't be left alone, that's me
I cant forget the past sometimes
I think the my rope wraps around someone and tries to tie itself too fast sometimes
I'm in love with this girl but who is she?
Didn't this happen a little quickly?
And it's a mess because I can't sort through it
And I usually have to sort through it or else
I go crazy