Every measly day
You have tried to Integrate
To be nothing in yet another way.
I have tried for you,
I have tried to be you.
Fitting in and dirtying yourself by association,
Half asleep so they don’t have to fear you,
Imposing bounds, scratching at my ears with deafening sounds
Buzzing, beeping, saws and drills, your conversation must hate me.
I have had to sleep inside my head,
I have slept and my tears were all that were shed,
Shed as I found your tiny world to run to,
Shed as I found that I am not me and that isn't you.
I am alone and supposed to want you.
Opening my mind and running from games,
Opening my mind and losing it again.
There are those who would see you on the floor,
There are those that shall see no more, see only only walls
Crawling up the banister, hanging from the ceiling
Running round in circles, pointing their little fingers at me,
Severed arms hit the floor as I regain my rightful feelings
