In the vein of, "Lucille," actually

The mind is a grinder
it mashes and mushes
the feelings I get in my head
And turns them to something
that I never knew before
and somehow I know must be said
But unlike a normal guy
Who would just say so
I seethe and I stew then I rage
And that makes no sense so
instead I'm resigned to
Committing it all to this page