I can’t write can’t make the words organize into proper lines. They dance away as chaos fills my mind.
I feel like a kettle about to blow I am boiling over but from the outside you’d never know.
Every part of me feels pulled to tight like an over stretched rubber band. I am spinning out no safe place to land.
No one to hold me steady, set me right. It may seem impossible but this is my fight.
Nothing soothes when you are breaking from the inside out. Filling the cracks and pretending there’s nothing to talk about.
Are we all this way? Is the world one big masquerade ball? Where we all just keep spinning pretending we aren’t dizzy At all.
Caught in the narratives someone else writes about us. Keep on Riding feeling like we’ve gotten on the wrong bus.
No surprise relationships are such a mess when the person staring at us from the mirror is still a guess.
Keep yourself in check, tow that line! To the unique the world is not kind.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC
I can’t write can’t make the words organize into proper lines. They dance away as chaos fills my mind.
I feel like a kettle about to blow I am boiling over but from the outside you’d never know.
Every part of me feels pulled to tight like an over stretched rubber band. I am spinning out no safe place to land.
No one to hold me steady, set me right. It may seem impossible but this is my fight.
Nothing soothes when you are breaking from the inside out. Filling the cracks and pretending there’s nothing to talk about.
Are we all this way? Is the world one big masquerade ball? Where we all just keep spinning pretending we aren’t dizzy At all.
Caught in the narratives someone else writes about us. Keep on Riding feeling like we’ve gotten on the wrong bus.
No surprise relationships are such a mess when the person staring at us from the mirror is still a guess.
Keep yourself in check, tow that line! To the unique the world is not kind.