Little Lion

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.