Sometimes
I think it would be nice to rip at the walls
To dig my fingers into the concrete skin
And watch gas lines to bleed
I think I should share my gift with them
My gift of feeling free when broken
And taking everyone down with me
Sometimes
I think it would be nice to write on all the pages
Fonts for my anger
Lower case for my whispers
Capitals for my screams
Each period a tear
I think it would be nice to write it out
Then rip it apart
Leaving ashes to clog my wounds
Sometimes
I want to be nowhere
Because people are a waste of air
And even in their presence I am alone
Because walls deserve to be broken
But I’m not strong enough to free them
Because pages need to be loved then torn
Along with me
Because if I’m alone
At least I’ll have company
At least someone who will speak to me
At least someone who understands my limit of understanding
And will DEMOLISH that confusion wall
Because I am a sledgehammer patched with ash
And that wall
Will fall