Stretched

 

There is something happening

something changing

something inside of me

Some days its good

Some Days its bad

Sometimes it changes with the hour.

 

I get so paranoid

Only for it to recede and become normal again.

 

I become so anxious

Only for it to recede

But come back

Sooner than I wanted it to.

 

I evolve into a monster

Lashing Out

Hurting People

Wishing I could change

 

The Monster Recedes

Then Strikes Back

Painfully

Out on everyone

Myself

and all the people around me.

 

I become stretched.

Streched so thin

Thinner than saran wrap

Feeling as if at any minute i could

“Pop!!”

And break

into a

thousand

little

microscopic

pieces.

And that is something

that never changes.

(t.c)

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