broken barbiethat’s what you called menot my fault no one knewhow to play with me nicelyleave my plastic all over the floorwhen you decide you’re boredand want me no more.
therapist told meit would be crazy to think i’m the only problembut call me insane cause I look at these peopleand it’s only me they have in commoni’ve encountered every kind of soullove-bombed, be-friended, relationship-endedburned bridges and walked away from the flamesthen lied awake at night…
disappearing act
legend has it you’ve been locked in your own mind since you were 12people used to travel from all over just to watch you drown in itthe most stunning attractionfor those too scared to look in the mirrortickets, tickets, get your tickets…
can you hear it too?
that buzzing noise
coming from
empty corners
of my mind
stops me in my tracks
Do you fear the sight of meso much you tuck me away?A memory at the backof your…