you think i want to feel this way
disgusting and half sure
clash bangs ringing through my head
perhaps that’s the reason masks on strangers, acquaintances, or friends cause me to recoil. yet, they’re always there, the last one of choice without consequence terrifies me. everything else is as it should be. regardless i spent the day wrapped tight striking out to make sure you stay away
i didn’t push myself out of this position
it would have been fetal the memory of that is too painful
there are young eyes observing this dance with demented demons talking, switching, and pounding my eyes. i see you and them and then there’s them steering
which way to go?
If I were half way between here and there i’d decide based off of where you’re going.