It’s at night my thoughts come alive. The darkness seems to bring out the savatagery of my mind

The unspeakable day time conversation would be horrified at my imagination.

So often I feel like a mad hatter. Ive become so attached to people who waste me.

I’m there for their enhailment of oxygen but I breathe in their contaminated air.
I’m there for the entertainment but nobody cares if I’m okay with it.

I’m a source of boredom fixing but I’m tired of fixing when I myself need repair.

I can no longer be the happy wonder that graces your being. My soul has been drowning and I need some relieving.

I let my walls down only to have them rebuilt. I can no longer be open about my inner eccentric self.