Barefoot
Tripping on glass
And
Falling on nails
That
Is what it's like to be around you

I never know
Can't begin to
Predict
What or who or where
You are
Today

You spit
Knives
And throw verbal
Punches
Like a heavy weight
And
I don't weight much at all

Caught up in your own ****
Being dragged down
Come home
Take it all out
On any given
Passer-by

I don't talk
Because when I do
It just makes it
Worse
Deepens the anger
The sorrow
The hole