i don’t want to be right
i just want to be honest
lies keep evaporating my time
this home left me homeless
And i tried hiding
tried finding silence
swam the breadth of my heart
(shit.)
i almost drowned in it
and all these faces
they scare me sometimes
and i get sweaty palms
and forget all my lines
someone tells me
“stop picking at your finger
look, that one is bleeding
its not a lady like thing gal”
and this is maybe why
i’ve watched my phone ring
vibrating till it falls off the table…or dies
It’s just my way of dealing ma
with this anxiety thing
