It hurts a lot more now.
It's like they're trying to escape from my head and out into the world to act upon themselves.
They don't leave me alone.
The thoughts,
The words,
They're all trapped inside me.
My english teacher told me to stay after class today.
She said I was like a misplaced book
So much to say yet no one can find me.
Then she handed me back my essay
with the title Transparent.
It had a perfect grade on it.
Even with something as good as that,
Trying to stay okay is so difficult
And it gets harder every day.
Can't the chemicals get their shit together?
