It's lonely inside my head,
Even when its busy with other things
There is always me, stationary in my own way
How horrible is the busy of a mind occupied,
 the loud rushing of attention distraught.

Defeat

I wait, prim and proper,
      Wearing layers of happiness
Caked on foundation of
Hoping with doe-eyed niaveness that it goes well...
It does not
I recoil, wonder why I cause myself...
This choking, sensation wrapping itself around my throat
I
Cant
Do this
anymore
I let the words slip down rivers and flow to oceans to lose them in the tumultous waves, until it twists among the wave mangling into I love you.