I am not / a Schizophrenic
Feeling myself / Like Someone Else
Today it / Is Writing
Must End  /My thoughts
Entirely





I - A
am - ******
not - phrenic;
feeling - Like
my-someone
self   - else
Today - is
it - writing
must - My
end - thoughts
Entirely - Entirely

I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor
You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know
How late I was up last night
Or why.

My eyes flicker
Like candlelight
But you couldn’t see
You couldn’t possibly see
I’m too good
For that.

I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I’m still perfecting it
Right now
But one of these days
I’ll show you
How I
Slip
Slip
Slip
Away

Right through your fingers.

the city was asleep
while i was awake
among myself but beside others

the milky moon watched
as i listened in
to the sound of a nearby open mic

i looked to the inky sky
only to find myself
feeling nothing but the absence of light

i felt myself waiting
and searching
for something seemingly impossible and inevitable

the streetlights blinded me
and i soaked
in my own exhaustion and loneliness fueled by the night

Keep a secret
Tell no one
Keep a secret
The weight of a ton
Keep a secret
It's okay
Keep a secret
For one more day
Keep a secret
Don't tell
Keep a secret
Oh well
Keep a secret
Break their heart
Keep a secret
Fall apart
Keep a secret
Hurt lives
Keep a secret
Stab like knives
Keep a secret
Tell no one
Keep a secret
The weight of a ton
Keep a secret
Hurt no one

Be a secret.