In the morning it is usually worse.
In the shower,
The screams blossom and flower.
I lather, soap bubbles and foams about
Scrubbing foam, bubbling foam, foaming, foaming at the mouth.
A growl escapes me
“Never clean enough.”
Through shopping malls,
In the school time halls,
The screams escape to be heard by who?
I can’t pretend like the others do.
It haunts me, torments me, and mocks me.
Another scream of glee, of insanity.
The others look, always glancing,
Moving aside, almost dancing.
From corners they stare.
Without knowing they glare.
I know they are near,
Pretending not to hear,
Not noticing my fear…or do they?
It screams and screams
I can’t make it stop
Can’t you hear it?
They won’t leave me alone
In public, on the phone,
Scratching and itching in my home,
The screaming continues
What did I do?
Was it something to you?
Did I hurt someone?
Did I love someone?
I clasp my hands to my ears
Continuing to fight back the tears.
A song out of tune
Warbling to a blood red moon.
The night birds fly.
I wish I could blind this mind’s eye.
It sees what I wish to forget.
No worries, no regret…HA!
My god when will it end?
In the shower,
The screams blossom and flower.
I lather, soap bubbles and foams about
Scrubbing foam, bubbling foam, foaming, foaming at the mouth.
A growl escapes me
“Never clean enough.”
Through shopping malls,
In the school time halls,
The screams escape to be heard by who?
I can’t pretend like the others do.
It haunts me, torments me, and mocks me.
Another scream of glee, of insanity.
The others look, always glancing,
Moving aside, almost dancing.
From corners they stare.
Without knowing they glare.
I know they are near,
Pretending not to hear,
Not noticing my fear…or do they?
It screams and screams
I can’t make it stop
Can’t you hear it?
They won’t leave me alone
In public, on the phone,
Scratching and itching in my home,
The screaming continues
What did I do?
Was it something to you?
Did I hurt someone?
Did I love someone?
I clasp my hands to my ears
Continuing to fight back the tears.
A song out of tune
Warbling to a blood red moon.
The night birds fly.
I wish I could blind this mind’s eye.
It sees what I wish to forget.
No worries, no regret…HA!
My god when will it end?
