you tapped my shoulder
and whispered in my ear
"thats wrong. fix it"
my gaze followed
your long, boney finger
down to the skewed papers
on the desk next to mine
i simply shook my head and answered with
"no, thats not mine to touch"
i started to ignore
your fervent tapping and whispering
but it moved up
to screaming and shaking my body
i couldnt hold myself back any longer
i quickly grabbed the papers
and filed them
making sure they were neat
before setting them back down
you were happy
it was casual
it was normal
so i started to
live by your rules
letting your gentle taps and whispers
tell me what to do
i would fold my gym clothes
in the same order every day
i would sanitize my hands
before and after every single class
i would fix peoples binders, paper, and pencils
just to please you
then it changed
others started to laugh
mess up the clothes i neatly folded
push my papers out of order
hold me back
as they made everything crooked
watching me struggle against their hands
as i tried to break free
to fix it all
you were screaming
telling me how those fingertips
were touching my body
infecting me
you were violently shaking me
saying how wrong the mess was
that i had to fix it
fix it
fix it
fix it
i still do as you say
abide by your rules
the laughing and taunting
has disappeared now
as i freely fix my things
theres the occasional question and statement
"why dont you just leave it?"
"it isnt that important"
"the mess wont affect you"
none of them know
of you looming behind me
a strict ruler of my mind
telling me they were wrong
no
none of them will know
they wouldnt never understand
how important your pure touches and words are
to the filthy, messy place
that is my mind
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
you tapped my shoulder
and whispered in my ear
"thats wrong. fix it"
my gaze followed
your long, boney finger
down to the skewed papers
on the desk next to mine
i simply shook my head and answered with
"no, thats not mine to touch"
i started to ignore
your fervent tapping and whispering
but it moved up
to screaming and shaking my body
i couldnt hold myself back any longer
i quickly grabbed the papers
and filed them
making sure they were neat
before setting them back down
you were happy
it was casual
it was normal
so i started to
live by your rules
letting your gentle taps and whispers
tell me what to do
i would fold my gym clothes
in the same order every day
i would sanitize my hands
before and after every single class
i would fix peoples binders, paper, and pencils
just to please you
then it changed
others started to laugh
mess up the clothes i neatly folded
push my papers out of order
hold me back
as they made everything crooked
watching me struggle against their hands
as i tried to break free
to fix it all
you were screaming
telling me how those fingertips
were touching my body
infecting me
you were violently shaking me
saying how wrong the mess was
that i had to fix it
fix it
fix it
fix it
i still do as you say
abide by your rules
the laughing and taunting
has disappeared now
as i freely fix my things
theres the occasional question and statement
"why dont you just leave it?"
"it isnt that important"
"the mess wont affect you"
none of them know
of you looming behind me
a strict ruler of my mind
telling me they were wrong
no
none of them will know
they wouldnt never understand
how important your pure touches and words are
to the filthy, messy place
that is my mind