The squinting of my eyes and their distance, I can feel it.
The trembling leaks out of my throat.
Notice that its in my body language
That far off look - at people, buildings not at you.
You caress me with your tongue that makes my gut wrench
The compliments make me sick - distort me.
This can be very destructive - all of this.
I am melodramatic and how angering I can be.
You are right, I am left.
We are different from each other - yet, we hang on.
The clots trouble me big time.
I can feel them in my throat - I whine.
I read somewhere, this will come to an end too.
When will that be?
With all the drama in my head,
They just sit there, somewhere.
I am raving,
Yet I am ranting.
