just more poetry!

standards

I cannot remember the means by which we live
what I can remember is we pour standards everyday
crazy piles
energy built
I loved my house in my head
filled creativity
random
weird
assortments
these words themselves remember the meanings I can't
standards the vocabulary of the word
thing bouncing inside my head
standards from others aimed at me
tearing
ripping
burning
the Home In My Head
by which these standards my creativity is a sin
random is look down upon
weird is something that gets burned alongside the screaming "no"
of this hollow boy in front of you
his house in his head
place he once felt safe
destroyed
lying in a pile of ash on the ground
standards