shit my brain spewed out

If You Should Know

They are as mangled as their mind, finally. Their words makes no sense, and they confuse fear for excitement- ignorance for listening. Their eyelids lie shallow over their glossed over, confused- scared eyes.
Should you see them, they may ask you to sit a while and listen to a tale or two. The tale will make no sense, and their voice will shake and waver throughout. Should you listen, they will thank you for your time overzealously. They may even cry.
They are scared and confused.
If you would like to talk to them, then do so. They will eagerly listen. They may fidget and twitch, but they will listen.
When you leave, they won't argue.
They will await the next person on the lonely subway.
Their tongue twists and turns in vile directions, desperately trying to communicate the fear, but all that comes out is a weak, barely audible noise.
You should know that all is not well.
They are good at listening.
Too good.