Look at me ,
Can you hear me ?
Voices , questions bounce around me
and I never dare to pick out one of them and face it ,
I'm too un-coordinated for that , too shaky on my
own feet and you expect me to
carry your baggage on my chest ? How could I ?
I'm just a mass of regrets , untouchable to sanity .
A coward , running away from mirrors , If I face me
the last thread will snap .
So I let veins inside my skin tighten until I can't breathe and
screams in my head amplify .
I draw eyes wherever I go , haunted , gauged out eyes
and they witness me slowly disintegrating , waiting for
when I finally scratch my skin Out and strangle myself .
Paper towels don't soak up bubbling anxiety or the violent flow of panic , they soak up just the oil of confessions .
I seal my mouth with duct tape to keep my insides from spilling out , but the whites of my eyes bleed .
There are no vultures here to eat my corpse ,
there are penthouses filled with bright people hiding gory secrets .
It's 5 am , the loop continues and there are mirrors ,
there are mirrors everywhere .