I cant preform at my best
when my hearts trying to escape my chest
I want to write and recite beautiful poetry
I long to manifest my anguish in paintings and sculptures
Being sociable and friendly is a fantasy of mine
But lately
I don't want to talk to any one  
about anything
I want nothing from no one.
except maybe your company
Maybe I wont feel so alone
keep losing tack of self.
transforming into this
                                       Thing.
I do not recognize