I am rushing towards an explosion
of my character
my mind will burst out my ears
and my words will burst out my
eyes and the person everyone
thought I was will be splattered
against the walls while my real
form stands naked for all to see
this fuse within in me comes
dangerously close to the bomb
hid behind my stoic face
the bodies hold me back
and the fuse burns slowly
faster with each person
that stands in the way
three,
two,
one,
I count,
seeing the fuse
come all the way
to the bomb
but then
nothing
psst.
fizzle.
the day goes on
and I am still a
ticking bomb
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
I am rushing towards an explosion
of my character
my mind will burst out my ears
and my words will burst out my
eyes and the person everyone
thought I was will be splattered
against the walls while my real
form stands naked for all to see
this fuse within in me comes
dangerously close to the bomb
hid behind my stoic face
the bodies hold me back
and the fuse burns slowly
faster with each person
that stands in the way
three,
two,
one,
I count,
seeing the fuse
come all the way
to the bomb
but then
nothing
psst.
fizzle.
the day goes on
and I am still a
ticking bomb
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