Im screaming so silently, My soul is combusting and I can see my pale skin coat slowly perishing in the reflection of other people's irises. And I've built a personal hospital, Brick by brick of everything that has made me Shake. I sit on my hands to avoid my critics. I can't remain still so I take cover drowning in older men's neutral sheets As if it would make it pure, But I'm in love with heartache, For I wouldn't feel anything otherwise. I'm incapable of being content. See options in my town are so, so, Small And I have entire world inside of me. I'm global ******* and They're buying their Parents houses. But I parent my parents therefore becoming my own Home. My father has no say as he's never said anything, At all. My mother is an adolescent who has become a world class actor. And she's running too. Except my siblings and I are her small town, And one day I'll release her, So she won't have to say anything either, and I won't have to act anymore. I'm escaping myself, my roof has collapsed. I'm terminal on my own will.