Full Head**

More often than not, words have failed me. I fill the gaps I create with stutters and stammers, even when I know that silence says so much more.

I’d rather be alone than with anyone else in the world.

I always wanted to fit in, but I simply did not know how.

The hearse inside of me;
Screeching to a halt.

The dam of manipulation;
Filtering out my common sense.

You are
The prescription overdose;
Asphyxiating all the rest.

You set up forever and whirled away
But I liked it,
*I confess.