I gotta turn off the noise
in my head
in my hand
on this screen
in this world
I’m living all wrong
priorities a million
flippant flipping people off in my wake
fickle pickling
stress rising
i gotta say it aloud
despite how it may make you feel
make others feel
I’ve very little room left
for me
so I carve carve carve
as much as I can
but the double edges sword is that
I need the faces, the friends
the solidarity
the isolation is my biggest fear
and I cannot keep it up
I can no longer keep it up