Sheepish
Don’t come around me because I’m not completely here.
I have some screws loose inside my head.
I’m an extremist in more ways than one.
I have recklessly trusted people I cared about like a foolish stupid child.
I’ve been accused of being fake when I wore my heart on my sleeve.
Lol.
By people who had no grounds,
who never tried to understand me.
But they think I’m fake I suppose because I am like a sponge,
Absorbing the ones I love as if they are shaping me,
Like a baby in the womb.
I have a secret, you see.
That I cannot tell anybody,
Because this secret is not only my own,
But everyone whom I loved
And those I believed to have loved me.
I have stories for days and days.
My mind is always going
And there are so many things going on inside of my head that it takes everything out of me sometimes to focus on one thought.
It’s a toe curling, chest cramping sensation
That leaves me unable to catch my breath,
Like a high you have to experience to understand.
I am sheepish: embarrassed by awareness of a fault,
To the point where the fault is me.
Because I am surrounded by all of peoples faults and they have shaped my entire being.
Yet I am alone.
