Poetry

Everything is temporary
And to me, that’s kind of scary
It’s intense psychology
So don’t give me your theology
It can be a fatal psychological disorder
So it’s really not funny when you call me a hoarder
With all these struggles I can’t cope
And for control I only hope
I need an escape
No matter what the form or shape
When you lose so much and your betrayers can’t replace
Tell me again that I need in my empty crowded room more space
When these shadows I’m too weak to face
You tell me it’s my fault I’m losing my race
In my burdens I am drowning
That’s why I have collections in their aging that are browning
I want the happiness of childhood
So lay off the mocking if you could
I grew up too fast
That’s why I cling to mementos from my past
You may not understand my fears
But it doesn’t mean my age-old carpet has never dried my tears
Maybe rejection has just been too much
And that’s why I have all this candy and such
Maybe what haunts me is the absence of love
And that’s why I cling to this empty glove
The hand that I’m holding may be never there
But I keep it to think that someone with me it will wear
Instead of sneering and yelling, try being there for me
Then maybe a light in this darkness I’ll see
Maybe these boxes and things growing old
Are the only lifeline I can hope to hold  
This is the one thing I can do
To avoid being slaughtered by the new
I want a shield from this hurt
That’s why I keep every single shirt
Don’t call me selfish for trying to hide
From the day that in the midst of us a man slowly died
I’m sure if you saw him have that stroke
You too would make yourself go broke
After all, an expensive mask
Is healthier than a suicide flask
When you mock my heart that I’ve shared with you
Tell me, what else can I possibly do?
I’d rather be alone than taken and unloved
And unhealthy by yet another’s words be dubbed
If you don’t love the worst parts of me
If like me good in me you can’t see
Be like the rest and from me walk away
And leave me with no light to face alone my darkest day