Into My Head

Honestly,
These things just pop
Into my head
They won't stop.

Try as I might
To end the onslaught
I only end up
Confused and distraught

Some are good and some are bad
But the jumble keeps giving
Out of what is called my mind
So please continue to be forgiving

When one touches you
That is my reward
For what I have
In my head, stored

Now onto paper
And out of me
It's let go
For the world to see.