Burning my brain,
Smoking my shame
One time the front of my house burnt down,
It scared me to the bone
I wish I could call some place my home.
I labeled these places as houses
I feel like I’m running with mouses
Following the rules of humans.
Forcing us into tiny corners.
Or is it me that forces myself?
Do I cause this isolation?
Do I want this isolation or does depression want me?
Depicting pain through my own art
I wish I could just fall apart.