R.A.P. Poem

I am in a club called Random Acts of Poetry, and through the two years-ish I've been apart of it I've been growing poetryally [yes that is now a word]. I first wrote a very personal poem after being inspired by one of the other members. It was very long and quite quite personal. This next one I wrote I felt is much better. Sweet and to the point. Shows some metaphorical growth and some internal rhyme possibly. I just know there's growth in it from poems I usually write lol. But yeah yeah, I'm going to share it...that's the just of all this nonsense paragraph...ok here goes:

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I'm a 20 year old busy brain

I'd say busy body, but my body stays put 

While my mind tries to contain

Everything

And when I say everything

I mean the ups, downs, and all arounds

The memories of those good days on those 

bad days wondering when it's going to be good again

Those what ifs, buts, and ands

that ish my mental just cant stand

Constantly wishing there was an off switch

an escape from this

A mind glitch

That would open up a secret door to a secret world

That my mind and I can explore together

Without worry of whatever, wherever, whoever

But then I remember nothings perfect

And that this mind scribble is just a side-effect 

of this disease called life.