I'm a pillow screamer
constant planner
organizer, OCD
A break in your back
holding you down
never letting go
I am a burden
in a fetal position
surrounded by
salty tears
held by
shaky hands
not putting myself
together
I am a scarred heart
needing love
unable to give any
begging for patience
and none of my own
A natural-born
hypocrite
to the umpteenth deegree
I am nothing
empty and hollow
waiting to be whole
reclusive and scared
hating touch, tenderness
I am never changing
and you don't want
to truly see that
open side of me
