It’s like someone’s hooked me up
to a drip filled with every uneasy, frustrating moment I’ve ever had
and let it seep into my body all at once.
I’m pacing around in the calcifying walls of my mind
while my body tunes itself out
to my directions. It’s laughable
the lack of control I can exert.
I’m a parasite to myself
and even as I clutch at you,
screaming unwillingly in your face,
all you do is ask me to meet your gaze.