Frustration like the sound of your hair
Like the tune of violin strings
Brushed the wrong way
Leaving gasping breaths behind
Sliced and diced as hands run through hair like knives
Fight or flee
Or curl into a ball
And I forgot the world exists
Stuck with hair like mine
Stuck with hands chipped
Stuck
Behind four walls of 'no one cares'
And three layers thick of 'this is who you are'
Frustrated as nails run across these walls transparency
Like I am the oil to the watery self of the likes of you
But our hearts beat and our eyes meet
Distorted and orbed
I try to become polar

Ever been Mad?
And nothing  
                        Helps.
You write and scribble, listen to the
         Music
Through headphones
     Bleeding Sound
Like thoughts
                  All of everything, does not seem
To quite
              Fit
Cause your Mad, Crazed and
Glazed like a donut wanton
Temptation to be eaten
With your soft wet
                                 Lips.
Something you just get out of your head.
    Canines ******* red jelly, ripping entrail by sugary
Entrail. Yet you are still Mad
                              Furious
As hounds of Baskerville, mysterious misery
You are humanity.