odi

paper aeroplanes carefully constructed of 

well intentioned interrogations 

pile up

and i am overwhelmed- 

the weight is not so bad, 

but cuts still bleed ribbons

and the salt from my eyes blurs 

and the density of frustration contained in my chest builds pressure so it's hard to breathe 

'you're being unreasonable'

yet the walls that surround cut out the sunlight, 

harsh fluorescents reveal that i am trapped with ambition and pride and family-

but they are not my friends.

self doubt is, she wakes me every morning, and loneliness clings 

even though i know that i'm not alone

anger is a constant,a bad habit i'm failing to drop,
hope is only ever a temporary visitor    

the incessant rage dims to background noise if you try hard enough

but the biting scratching screeching you cannot escape
nor the obsidian clouds that come with it

my own head betrays me
'suck it up you bastard'