Backpressure

There is a world
behind my eyes
crack it open
let’s break the ice
Your companions
never ask the right questions
never think, think
to question your mind
you want them to
and that’s
your suffering.
I broke my heart
on people’s little minds
Broke my soul
stretched it
so far
so wide open
I wish there was
a time
I could remember
when I felt better,
it was not as fake
as dull
as lame.
What’s insane about
wanting to remember
what broke my little
spirits will?
What’s left to rule
What is, is
of what was once
a kind boys way
whatever you say
I will just not do
now.

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