Do I stress you out?
I stress me out.
I'm so far gone my shirt is one backward and inside out.
I can't help but reach inside your thoughts,
Feeling my way through the rows and columns of your mind
I don't mean to pick you apart;
sometimes I can't help it.
Slap my mind awake, and
and reopen my mind with a fistful of light, that
would knock me to the floor if I wasn't already there
Bring a gentle wave
to calm the angry voice in my head.
I'm suppressed by nothingness
Spit me out before I die.