How to Open a Door for Dummies
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Me.
I am here.
And no one knows
because I don't show
I, stash away myself
I pace fast, I pace slow
Around the room that is my mind.
Alone.
I feel alone.
Because no one sees
The way that these
thoughts, swell until they explode
and the peices lay sharp on the ground
of the room that is my mind.
Please.
Open the door.
Because these walls
stand strong and tall
they, threaten to contract and close in
no one taught me how to recruit hands to push on the walls
of the room that is my mind.
My room has hue.
Purples, pinks, and silver
but I tell them it's blue.
The scent of lemon.
Fills my nostrils
but they are sniffing for clean linen.
I hear a melody.
It sways, beats, moves
but I say that music is a rarity.
And I have LOUD ideas
bouncing. off. the walls.
but no one to share them with
No one taught me how.
People are knocking.
Thump. Pound. Rap.
Me?
I am here.
Reading How to Open a Door for Dummies
Alone Inside the room that is my mind.