i am forever trapped in a never ending cycle of complete density
i can no longer fit into one of these tiny boxes
and i am on the verge of either
panic
or
empathy

i am tired of the opposite ***
not the literal opposite ***
but the phrase in itself
the opposite
the thought of an "opposing team"

i see hospital beds but the walls are like mine
i see whispering rain showers and the
pursuit of comfort
then it all comes crashing down by the sun
by the heat and the melting of it all

these fears are generic
these feelings are currents washing over me
and though i do not know the cause
i do know the cure
or do i?

the sweetest sound is my own voice not trembling with anger
it is impossible to never not feel as though i need to yell at the top of my lungs
double negatives are something ive become good at
because i am not only negative
but that times two

im tired of people being loud
and the girls who
want me to yield
and the boys who
can but won't

im not your puppet
and im not your friend
i can't wait until you take your head out of the sand and realize
the world is meaningless when you're mean
i can see the venom dripping from your pretty teeth


it's okay to be jealous
just don't let it consume you