Beyond Personal

this is me.

this is every feeling
and every thought
and every emotion

bottled up and caged in
trapped behind locked lips
that are just so fucking scared
to open up.

these are the chapters of my story
read so many times that the bindings
are falling apart and the pages
are falling apart and the words
are falling down on closed eyes
that have always refused to see

this is the same calming playlist
played over and over and over
because otherwise there'd be
ink splatter painted across my walls
and furniture overturned around my room
and I'd just be standing in the middle
screaming and crying and cursing at the world

this is pain and tears
and a reaction so strong
that I'm left sitting at my desk
my hands shaking so badly that
my words are jagged and messy and
unreadable

but this is me

peering out from between the lines
and wondering if anyone is willing
to read deep enough to find me