You know more about me
than any stranger should.
You know more about me
than any friend could.
It's not always easy
to post the things I write
Because they are more of myself,
that I don't like to share.
My poems are me and me alone.
I hope you like them,
but more, I hope you like me,
even if I'm a mess.

treat me like an animal
don't act like an animal
time turns mind to mush
implanted impressions
like footprints on a muddy mess of a mind
stamp the mark of madness on the base of my skull
enter a room, wear it like a flower in my hair
spring kissed my neck
the nectar of my skin burnt away
summer sun stole my fingerprints
guess I'm done being, me
fall covered me with leaves, sent a chill to my spine
all I do is shake, tremble, fall
winter froze my eyelids
no more shutting them to hid away
treat me like an animal
time to act like one
step where you like
I'll wear your footprints like a necklace
draped over my heart
mark of madness, now mark of me
scowl, growl, bark, howl
my voice like shards of glass
pierce your ears until...
mind of yours turned to mush
you treated me like an animal
now you hate that I act like one