Outta My Head (Poem)

What will it take to stay outta my head?
A guard standing watch over a barb-wired fence?

Just my luck
There’s an alley not too far round the way
I better come strapped with a flashlight and blade

As shadows flicker by
I feel more like a ghost

I keep drifting
As I come to a fork in the road

Pace back and forth
Bite my nails
Beat that drum

I keep playing that tape
I don’t know where to turn

I reach for the first thing to calm my nerves
But the last thing I need is what happens in return

So what will it take to stay outta my head?
Both means to this story lead to the same end