Paranoia that resides and confines.
The truth knows nothing of your breath.
Not a thought left unsaid.
No hush— unfiltered; obsessed.
Haste to red— embodiment of embarrassment. 
Conductor of my mental state.
A flaw of mine I so much hate.
 
Temper-less parades.
I have yet to find my escape.
Quick to blame and demote with profane.
These scars leave no trace.
This hurt is an all too familiar pain.
 
Graceless— I’m faced with every night and day.
I refuse to entertain your game. 
Attitude of grain that rubs me all the wrong ways.
Depraved essence— an invasion of my space.
Encouraging emotional strain.
 
Pearly gates in which the future merely delays. 
I hold on for life, afraid of tomorrows hearsay.
Constant wonder— “What’s your play today?”
Despite these circumstances, fearful to under-stay.
Unconfident until summer break. 
I hate feeling this way. Not again.



Saturday 8 March 2025