I am too heavy
Too dull
Too stupid
And too gray to be who I wish to be
I have too many bruises, too many cuts
They all hurt to touch
Drowned in pity and wrapped in gauze
So much, it’s all I think about
I could have been so much
Touched so many
Loved even more
But I can only lick my wounds
And wash them in tears
The few that I have
Wrung from a sponge, they fall
Eaten and dysfunctional
Host to parasites who won’t leave
Knotting, spindly worms
Infesting the wounds in my arms
Marionetting my hands
Shutting my mouth
Glazing my eyes
Smoothing my brain
Eating who I was
Who I wish to be
I am now puppet
Bound to strings of words long said
Your words drowning mine
Inside me, your searing brand
I think in the words you speak
And in the sentences you’ve said
And remember what you have(n’t) done
I hate how you have infected me
Diseased my thoughts
A spiritual leprosy and mental chains of iron
I’d tell you this, scream even, but there are worms in my tongue
And wrapped around my lips
Cheap factory meat is all I am now
Served in plastic
With a side of potatoes
Sitting at your table
With my parasites