Apr 12
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Zombies

Somedays, I relate to the zombies in my stories.
The anger, the feeling of wanting to explode.
The zombies in my stories have thoughts,
But they hate people in their personal space.
They act as if they are not in control of their actions.
Somedays, I relate to the zombies in my stories.
Brooding, unwanting to share.
The inability to get close to others without snapping.
Cranky, protective of things I can't see.
Loud noises setting me into a frenzy,
Somedays, I relate to the zombies in my stories.
Sad, unable to control what I'm feeling.
Vulnerability makes me hostile.
I'd rather die than let someone touch me.
Somedays, I relate to the zombies in my stories.
Not wanting to hurt others.
Confused, lost, and tormented.
Scar tissue underneath the surface, 
Leaving places along my back sore.
Years after the assault.
As if there was a bite that wouldn't heal.
The "bite" that altered my mind.
That left me a shell of what I used to be,
Control waxing and waning with the time of day.
Loud noises turning my mood  a dark grey,
But never allow it to get red or black,
Because then,
My control would lack,
And I may not be able to hold back from an attack.
Somedays, I relate to the zombies in my stories,
Warning signs of heat course through my body,
Reminding me of my waning control,
And I have to escape out into the open,
Relaxed once everyone has gone to bed,
My senses heighten at night.
Iritable in the day, wishing I could be asleep,
My eternal clock is off its rocker.
Somedays, I relate to the zombies in my stories.
Isolation and solitude fit me best,
And I want to escape into a world all my own.
Sad, humanity has taught me so much evils,
That I would relate more to a bloodlusting being,
Than that of my own kind.