Do you ever feel that your brain is on fire?
That the slightest leak, even a trickle
will make the whole building collapse?
You are so tired of explaining who you are and trying so desperately to be who other people want you to be that every thought, every vibration, every sound is too loud.
It's thoughts through a smoke screen
it's a shadow through a window of a cat that was always a puma
that was always a lion
that was ready to advance and rip out the throats of your enemies at the first sign of
go, go catch the mouse instead
bury your head.
That's what they said, you are wrong, you are bad, you are damaged
What you want, what you need, it's too much
you are surrounded by voices who yell in anger and yet are just so out of touch
and suddenly, they are imaginary
and the world is a slipping place full of inaccessible inaccuracies that are, in fact, not all your mistakes
put your shoes on, little lion
stand up and take it back.
It is a fight between you deciding
if you deserve anything that you get.
take and take and take and take
why do they always want more?
Is it such an ungodly mistake, to realize that you don't even know what you're fighting for.
