i'm just a clam in the ocean.
a mere muscle.
walking around with a smile permanently engraved on my exoskeleton,
a smile can hide so many things.
including a life time of lies
including the things he did to you
the things they said
i'm just a little itty bitty thing against these waves, against this world.
a little pinprick,
a dot on your map
so tiny
i don't even matter
to the spectrum of everything....
but I like to pretend I do,
play make believe
as
they throw me against the rocks,
and try to break me
i tell myself i matter
that I'm part of the chain reaction that is called life
that i, being so tiny, can make a difference..
but logic gets the best of me
time and time again
and the waves don't stop
whispering.
they either speak too quietly
or all at once
either way there words always end up crashing against each other
i don't understand what i need to do
i don't understand what my purpose is and no one else can tell me.
im just a mere muscle
with two shells for eyelids to seal in my saline tears
i am only a clam, and these are only waves.
so I seal myself shut,
let the barnacles grow over my lips
and choke on
the
words
in
my
salty
mouth.
fighting negative thoughts
is like trying to tread water in an ocean storm.