Crazed Do-atic

I crample a phone in hand, eyes straining
As I rethink over and over again, hating everything the day brought
These putrifying hatred thoughts seek solace in my brain
Haunting my every step
Breathing the scent of my mind

"Paint that"
"Watch this"
"Sketch that"
"Play this"

Think of a thousand things needed to do
All with equal magnitude
And cancel them all out
For this,
is solitude