often seen as
an outsider

a burning
ball of
fury

rough around
the edges
like
a
serrated knife
in need of
a good
sharpening
but always
putting up
a fight

inside
deep
deeeeep
inside
lies
and hides
a
squishy
lil’ gummy
that doesn’t
want to be seen
in the light
it wants
to remain
hidden
in the depths
of
what’s left
of
my
mind
the little voice
that whispers
“we’re gonna be fine”
fades away
a little more each day
and i
can barely hear it
anymore
i can barely
feel
the sun
shine
even though
it invades my eyes
and tries
so hard
to make me
go
blind

but there’s
no escaping
thought
there’s
no escaping
time

no place
to hide
from
my memories
my nightmares,
no
escaping
these
i can hold
my breath
and count to three
but i’ll still
wake up
and
be stuck
as
“me”

Arlo Disarray©