Writing

24/7 running in my head,

not a moment of peace and constant

restlessness.

24/7 walking to a beat,

a pressurizing pulse to synchronize

every action with a piece whose name

I can't recall.

i'm afraid of tomorrow 
as it creeps slowly along 
like snail it moves 
leaving a trail of past 
failures and mistakes 
edging closer and closer 

As soon as

I sense the slightest tinge

Of anger

I

Run from myself

Nononono 

You know what happens when you get mad

Just play

And so I play and play

I'm burning

I'm burning myself out

And I will take everyone down with me

All my relationships

Myself

Burning

I want to

Just lose it

Just say what I mean

I'm so tired of this

"Yeah I get it".

No you don't.

No, you don't!

Like fire

My temper

Everywhere.

I haven't been truly angry in a while

Not that I'll ever let you see.

Angry that he

The brick

The songbird sings of hope

Hope it does not own

In pure silence, it copes

Aching all alone

It ensures joy to all

To all but itself