do you know what it's like,
standing on the edge of a cliff screaming at the top of your lungs
but nobody seems to be around to hear you
or respond, because even your own echo ran
off with your shadow just last week,
and you're patting tissue to your face, crying
leave me alone!
but there's no one here
and all those ratty voices tearing apart your eardrums,
peeling off your kneecaps,
they're in your head.