All About Me

i think too much

i don't think enough

...am

i

crazy?

i do things and i'm not sure why

sometimes i cry

my tears fall like bombs

mental warfare in my cerebellum

the world has not been kind to me

i feel pain

i ache

i yearn for things i cannot obtain

i'm sorry.

apologies to the hearts i've broken

and middle fingers to the ones who broke mine

it is a vicious circle indeed

i tip toe on delicate glass floors

i do not want to accidentally break what we have

i am afraid

i am fearless

i am everything

and i am nothing at all