The strains, the stagnancy of stress
The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express
It’s like the illusion of ignorance
During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress
Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness
Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent
Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement
Like a chalk line of someone’s biggest regret
Sometimes I see it and life literally makes sense
But I’ve built the metaphorical den in dense
Where sometimes mistakes are worth doing again
Because I’m less than the lesson
And the enemy is my only friend
The friend that is I, tho fiendishly fends
To ward off the end of the imagined laments
Where problems are certainly solved in the end
Because I’m the one who stops the insane trends
Where I listen to others instead of the truth
Trying in trust but unbecoming, unglued
The words just keep coming, but coming from who?
It doesn’t matter, as long as I am
The one who keeps spelling
home
whole
sane
self
again
Mah Butt Itches 
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