I’m banging my head thru the wall. That tic and click as my head tics back and forth just begging to be twisted it off.
Off like a switch of a twitch that is itchy that can’t be itched because it’s deep inside the clicks and ribs that can’t be ripped.
I’m living with the constant tremble of a broken twitching and shifting body that won’t stop clicking and picking until I can’t control an ick.

you say that I'm wrong,
but you've never known right.
how pretentious of you,
to stay in my sight.


you're entitled to your opinion.
but truth is, no one gives a ****.
if we were all like you,
we'd all be full of it.