Poetry in the Dark

Breath, thought, energy

Listen to my voice
And don't figure me out
Allow me my moment
Do not try to fix everything
Just listen to me
And my imaginary hysterics
Instead of staring at the freak show
I'm not the norm, I'll never be
You will always feel the need
To question me
I've told you before my lies run deep
Those prior to you know it to be true
I'm not who I am because of me
But because of all that I relive
By day's end, I've nothing left to give
No breath, no thought, no energy