Keeping To Myself


I have become introverted,
drastically diverted from all of the hurt and insecurities.
This thing called neurosis dominates me
and oh it is so compulsive.
Its a whole new level to it's entirety,
the pain and rage you have seen.
I'm feeling so dislocated, out of joint;
pen to paper again, but what's the point?
My personality is quite off key,
obsessing to what troubles me.
Eyes are fixated on how to feel safe.
Isn't it crazy how we still fear,
even when the animal is caged?
There's always another one ...
Anticipating to jump ...
Yes, a cat got my tongue,
but he failed to puncture these lungs.

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