My life tips over
spilling all of me.
I watch as it runs out .
I cry, I whine and moan.
Lost is what I kept inside
thoughts from my head
pain from my heart,
a pool of emotions
now seep through the lines
on a white sheet of paper.
My childhood scars,
my darkest secrets,
flowing without form
contents of a
tortured mind,
rapidly running down
the hard cold surface.
I try desperately
to contain
my vulnerability,
soak up my insecurity
and refrain from
simply spilling over.
I cant stop this
pouring out,
can't stop my tears,
can't keep my life
from finding the edge
and falling over.
I watch you
track through my anguish,
slipping in my suffering,
stumbling over my meaning.
Your voice screams
clean this mess up!
stop your crying!
get over it!
Dammit! this is my life
your skipping through
reduced to a puddle
on the floor.
Step cautiously,
tread lightly
while I sit here and cry
over my life wasted

 
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