How it Feels
Feel like a child, who hasn’t
developed impulse control
But, also, I wait till I’m really hungry
Feel like I’m crawling out of my skin
Energy tumbling, down
Whistling, down dark holes
You stop
and that’s the END of the day
The universe, the solar system
Fire and flame remains
Still, but singeing
I’m to blame
Can’t move
Blankets, and T-Rex arms
One leg curled round
and out
ADHD Paralysis scrolls
in rotating doom
and I fool -
Myself
Tonight, it’s open
with possibility
Brain rotating
and fabricating
For the physicality,
there’s STILL room
I fold
No actions
Walked marathons in
the last twenty minutes
I’m not told
It’s all linked
Can never forgive myself
as I draw my legs in
Inwards, hands
and self-loathing, folds
There are no in-roads
No routes
I’m bought
and sold
by the society
that I blame
as I erode
From so many,
I withhold
Can’t be myself
with you looking
at me!!
Need a, something,
but the right something
to hold
Alone is home
Stationary, but awake
I’m told
When did your words
become my soul?
..
misogyny
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