I’ve been afraid.
Afraid that I don’t deserve
To live in this world.
That of the underlying institution
Of shockings and relief therapy.
Of the outrageous thinkers,
I room in cell 302.

I don’t believe I am of
The offset girls,
But I drive myself right f***ing there.
Intentional or nature
I don’t want to breathe at this state.

I am afraid to look in the mirror
And see something
Not of who I am
And let it take over my pool
And drain all the water
While I sit in a f***ing concrete bowl.

But I believe in theories.
Theories that would lead others
To believe I am nothing less.

It is as if someone is speaking
Over my weary dry breathe.
A speech of cruel accents
and tauntings
To create these hatred actions.

I am only scared for the day
When I do not have control.