She Keeps To Herself
I am introverted,
drastically diverted from the hurt and insecurities.
This thing called neurosis controls me,
and oh it is so frightening.
Its a whole new level to it's entirety,
the rage and the pain you've seen.
I'm feeling so dislocated, out of joint.
Pen to paper again,
but what's the fucking point?
My personality is quite off key,
obsessing to what troubles me.
Eyes fixated on how to feel safe.
Isn't it crazy how we still fear,
even when the animals are caged?
There's always another one ...
Waiting to jump ...
Anticipating to lunge ...
Yes, a cat got my tongue,
but he failed to puncture these lungs.
I am not done.
Said, I am not done.