Comply with my compulsions,
Like the five other myselves
Comply with my pleas
To quiet down

Comply with my oddities,
Like the termites in my brain
Comply with my pleas
To slow down

Comply with my abnormalities,
Like images flashing through me
Comply with my pleas
To cease

Comply with my tyrannical rule,
Comply with my censorship,
Comply with my neurosis,
Comply with my oppression

Comply, then

If nothing in you feels compelled
To spare me from myself,
Then turn me into your personal villain,
And comply

Comply with me
And my termites
And my parasites
And my paranoias
And my anxieties
And my shells
And my panic
When they're broken

Comply with all the things
I've grown to comply with
Just to breathe

Comply with the ridiculous rule
Of me not wanting to get triggered.
Comply with my ridiculous fear
Of buying bus tickets.
Comply with my ridiculous censorship
Of slurs you can't reclaim.
Comply with my ridiculous triggers
I don't need to explain.

"Comply,"
As though I have the upper hand.
As though I have power over you.
As though you're a victim of my existence.

Of the termites,
The parasites,
The paranoias,
The anxieties,
The panic -
You might be the worst thing
Living in my brain