Parasitic thoughts hold my real thoughts hostage,
Like hair color or texture or name shapes matter,
Like half a word means anything, like a full one breaks worlds,
Like intrusives have depths I need to untangle

It becomes a chain reaction so very quickly,
And suddenly there's nowhere for my weakened mind to land,
And now I'm struggling in quicksand and swallowing the dirt
Til my lungs are filled with water and I just resign to sleep

Spammed in quick succession like a secretary's enter
As she's incorrectly trying to get to a new page,
My mind is sending images of quick comparisons
As it's incorrectly trying to make a connection

Cut my train of thought like butter
And plaster my brain across the wall
So we may easily pick the pieces
That fit the narratives of delusion

Superstitions buzz in my ears and get stuck in my strawberry jam,
But I dare not swat them, for if they sting me, I won't sleep for days,
So instead I gather my shaky picnic in my shaky hands,
And never go outside again long as the Summer lasts

Read me like an open book like I expect you to,
And tell me I'm a crazy person like the script I wrote you told you -
Point out I'm robotic and emulating poorly,
Read my mind like I know you can, and tell me it should flatline

A million words pour out of me, and not a single one
Has stunted the thought I'm not the one inhabiting my skull,
So tear me apart, you curse, you plague, you poison of all good -
I can't wait to see the day you've at last killed your only host