i feel like a puzzle piece jammed into the wrong spot
because i guess it fits a little doesn't it? just not
quite right
and i think i might
not even be part of this jigsaw puzzle at all
but then under which category do i fall?
is it a 3 or 5 hurricane?
156 miles per hour towards god knows where
and i'm fucking scared
because how do i stopstopstopstopstopsto
but i'll be okay (right?)
this feeling will go away (it might)
i feel like a snagged thread one pull away from coming unraveled
and where i've traveled?
i'm told you could only dream of
and it sure does
feel like a dream or a daze or a grey haze
or some sort of limbo
i'm alive though
maybe i'm pandora's box with rusted locks
cause i just feel like all my worries are sealed away in a glass jar except the lid
is screwed on wrong
and the glass is not strong
enough to contain them
so it cracks and bends
until i break
am i even awake?
because days and nights i'm just asleep
i'd rather be
i feel like when you just wake up groggy from a nap at 2pm or maybe it's already 6 or 8
months later and
disoriented and not quite sure where or when i am
and i feel tired and drained down the sink
i can't really think
it doesn't feel right and it brings more feelings like
everything's shifted just 3 centimeters to the left
only slightly off and further away from right and
so unimpressed
with myself really, the spotlight's just too bright
and maybe my voice is better off trapped in a sea witch's seashell necklace
it's so reckless
to let these kinds of thoughts in but my doors wide open unlocked and the welcome mat won't stop
greeting insecurities with open arms
and blaring alarms
mixed with a million different echoes and screams at once but it's
silent
deafening quiet
and this is not my place