Viscosity

You can’t make me cry,

My mouth doesn’t open,

You can’t break my heart,

It’s already broken,

If you climb onto the roof, your eyes become the stars,

If you sit on the chimney, you can shake hands withh Mars,

Open windows, open doors,

Glass ceiling, glass floors,

Ready to be shattered by you,

Just how misery shatters us too,

If you’re insides are growling, what can you do?

What do you do?

What will you do?

Our storms aren’t important to the agenda of fitting in,

Being perfectly normal, pretending you want to drink gin,

When you look into a bottle, you see swirling troubles,

Bubbling agony,

The pit you look into every day,

As you tell the Earth what’s troubling you,

Those few moments, when a rainbow flows from your mouth,

You don’t feel like yourself, you don’t act like yourself,

It’s a frightening thing, to just not be believed,

Is trauma recognition something that must be achieved?

Don’t keep turning around,

That’s how it all ends up, upside down.