Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able

I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind

The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow

Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment

How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain

It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I

Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay