Just another one of those days
Where I pretend to be okay...

Weird how I'm feeling
Like a switch of sorts...

These were not my mistakes
Yet I feel guilty...

When one continues to push,
that's when the other one pulls...

Never think
Jump the gun...

Constricting water surrounds my face
My lungs burn as they fill...

There once was a boy in tree.
I came closer, just to see...

No matter where you go,
You are bombarded by politics...

A spider-spun web,
Sun glistening on caught dew...

I finally went to a strip club
To see about all of this hub-bub...

I
Am not...

An eruption of emotion. Always
negative in form...