Smash

My Thoughts

Don’t line up

so I can go through them
they

and engulf,surround,attack,and criple
I’m a wonder of science
I obsess, yet cannot focus

Insecticide

I swat at my thoughts like fliesHoping to hit something
They swarm and buzz aroundlike bees in the hive that is my head
They’re everywhere
And people say I seem anxious

Taking Up an Instrument

I need to take fiddle lessons
because I’m ready to watch it all burn

No comprende

We mockand make funof things that are differentthat we don’t understand.
She doesn’t understand me.