Sometimes, my mind won't work.
Sometimes, I know I’m doing something wrong but I still do it
I become a spider on the corner of the ceiling
And look down on this twisted human
Doing things that I know I shouldn't

Sometimes, my eye will twitch
When I ignore it
It will dig deeper into my skin and eventually reach my brain
Sometimes I press my finger to it and try to steady it
But it only worsens
And then it stops

Sometimes, I am happy
And calm
And beautiful
Sometimes, I can breathe
And I become a spider on the corner of the ceiling
I look down and can see a human
Doing things that people expect of me

No one would know that sometimes, I have to hold the spot by my eye
That twitches and digs and claws its way closer to my brain
No one would know that I am ugly and twisted
And broken in most places