Today I saw my skin glow blue, to me it looked how it should be.
Lately,
I have no words-verbally, physically,
I should try my shot at miming.
Right now I have this problem,
I am compulsively stealing from everywhere I go.
Without really noticing I think i’m just testing my own boundaries,
Maybe the limits of reality.
I am often confused about what to be here really means.
I have built so many tall walls,
The strongest barriers,
To save me from the exposure because reality is fucking torture.
I keep envisioning these scenes of receding into darkness with only the shine of a single red theater spotlight.
You think you want attention until there are people shoving their fists down your throat trying to steal your spirit.
How visible is my physical body?
Is it because they can’t see me that they don’t want me?
Making new connections is very daunting.
It’s hard to find those right people you want to keep around, always be around, that is very rare I have found.
Not enough trust in humanity, for some reason I’m worried there will be people out to get me, maybe not intentionally.
I know this because there is someone ruining my life subconsciously. That’s actually an interesting story you see, kinda funny actually, makes me seem crazy because they don’t even know they’re hurting me.
I’m looking to others to try to show me how to be.
I really don’t know what you want from me,
I’m distraught over it really.
What do you want me to do , huh?
Bend over backwards,
Do backflips for you?
Is it that what you’re looking for?
Because if so I can put on a show for you.
Take what you do best,
And turn it on you.
I’ll do what you do,
Pull you in then push you.
You keep coming back around and back again,
Soon enough i’ll be immune to it and I won’t care
You can’t just stand there
And stare
And expect me to hear you.