I think too much.
I swear too much.
I don't sleep enough.
I don't talk enough.
And when I do it comes out in lies;
In stutters, in whispers
With averted eyes.
Im trying to do things
Without sweaty palms and
Weak knees.
This life in my head,
It isn't at my fingertips.
Its real, but
I don't know how to get to it.
I had it once,
But it slipped out of my slimy hands
And crashed down right it front of me.
When I picked the shiny shattered remnants
My reflection turned away from me.
embarrassed.
Im so sorry,
I didn't mean
Its just that its too hard to be yourself
When you're all alone.
How am I suppose to live,
When I have no home?