you don't know me when my thoughts get thick with feeling
nameless reflection responding to your cold
calcuated cuts to make me bleed butterflies
wounded love, my effort is toxic waste
only further contaminating my well of sadness
overflowiwng with sorrow my flowers drown
nothing to do really but wait
in the wings, wait a bit player in your world
who was promised leading lady
with the knowledge, even schizos deserve better
fear gets the better of me
Robberbirds steal my delusions and my happiness with it
The world doesn’t respond to me
except to avoid me when my soul is aggressive
but when I’m vulnerable, you ratpack me
a planned assault, to make me feel utterly alone
