To show any emotion

at all makes you insane,

laughing in a quiet room,

crying in the midst of an

open crowd, jabbing your

pencil into your upper thigh

instead of answering the

question to number thirty five

on your test, a blank stare

even suggests too much,

a mental injury, I lag behind

purple dusted have you seen

my bruises, in the shadows,

a scream only comes when

a built up dam erupts, come

to corners of a locked building

see into the eyes of a silly girl

and proclaim your lust, she hasn't

given up, but she's drifting, still

caught by her language, you haven't

seen past her gaze, but why is she

here, at rehearsal to a grave, it is

her funeral, welcome to a tainted mind,

where we lag behind, because you've left us.