there is a lot on my mind
so much so that i end up
rubbing my cheeks every
second as if my thoughts
are seeping out my pores
I am caught in this place
where people do not talk
reduced to leashing me
place to place, sit here sit
there, expect me to obey
no questions asked, dog
but I have loads of questions
the questions are pouring out
soaking straight through my clothes
i'm swollen with questions, filled to the brim
If i had a hundred hands, a thousand hands, they'd all be raised
all in your face, all strained, ready, how is this for compliance, how is this for crazy?
am i crazy enough now?
am i?