I put myself into boxes
To try and define
The circles in my mind,
Those contradictions in my behavior,
The ones that go up and down.
I want to explain them,
And I want to know how.
So I ask around—
Am I like this or that?
Trying to give words
To the tornado inside,
’Cause if I can define it,
Then maybe it won’t break me inside.
I think I like definitions.
Dictionaries just make sense.
But what if you don’t fit neat lines,
Your brain’s a blur that meshes past the rest?
So what do you do then—
Do you fake and pretend?
Or try to shrink,
But still don’t fit instead?
Trying to stay in lines
That are tight,
I spill over
All through the night.
A girl of too many words,
And one with none at all.
I don’t think I can let myself stand tall
When I’m too afraid
To leave the lines
And fall.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
I put myself into boxes
To try and define
The circles in my mind,
Those contradictions in my behavior,
The ones that go up and down.
I want to explain them,
And I want to know how.
So I ask around—
Am I like this or that?
Trying to give words
To the tornado inside,
’Cause if I can define it,
Then maybe it won’t break me inside.
I think I like definitions.
Dictionaries just make sense.
But what if you don’t fit neat lines,
Your brain’s a blur that meshes past the rest?
So what do you do then—
Do you fake and pretend?
Or try to shrink,
But still don’t fit instead?
Trying to stay in lines
That are tight,
I spill over
All through the night.
A girl of too many words,
And one with none at all.
I don’t think I can let myself stand tall
When I’m too afraid
To leave the lines
And fall.
