when you see how much my head grins,
you'll know it's just the friction of my diction,
scraping past my lips, still numb from your fiction
hoping that your word selection
will correct my misdirection.
craving attention past my own mention,
yet all but your touch leads to more tension.
i'll erase my words one more time,
you'll build a wall to hide behind--
so i could calculate your mental state
with nothing to feel but your heart palpitate?
when i tell you my diagnosis
you claim it's just my own psychosis.
it takes hold of me, taking hold of you
now what will it take to find something new?