Some days
I can't breathe
My chest caves under the pressure
The things I want
The things I long for
The things I can't reach
Take my breath away

Some days
I cry out
But no one hears
My muffled voice
They prefer the sound of
Gurgling  
Perfection

I think my (real) voice makes people uncomfortable

Some days
I'm angry
(Most days I'm angry)
Because I'm trapped into silence
And I don't trust
My own existence

Some days
I want to ***** up all the lies
I've been told
That I've told
That make up this world I've created
For myself

Expose it all
For the crusty
Musty
Mess
That it is

I'm sure none of us would look

We wouldn't see it for what it is
Instead, we would
mop it up and place it
Neatly
in the trash
I would sanitize myself
Once more
With the hope of
Some day
finally
becoming
What they want

Maybe
some day
I'll find the courage
To do it
anyway