Im not put together
as much as I need to be.
Home.
I would like my own some days
where I can be crazy and fucked up
in my own silence.
The steaming tornado that builds in my belly,
racing through my blood,
shaking my brain into
an angry, confused mush ball
confiscates my sanity for now.
I cant apologize for being born with
bad wiring.
I cant apologize for feelings
I don’t wish to have.
I wont apologize for your misconceptions
about my ability to shake it off.
It doesn’t come out like some
rabid squirrel in my pant leg.
Im stuck in here,
watching all of you
watch me
as I slowly cave inward and hope to
god it passes with as little damage
as possible.