Buried deep inside my neuroses
Excavated within my idiosyncrasies
Is the essence of a pain without a name.
An emotional parasite in its ancestral home
Putting every move I’ve made into doubt
Draining esteem at the source
I have learned to be careful
I can’t hope for fear of disappointment
The kind that builds up until it overflows
Mine is at its tipping point
How do I empty the vessel
When the hurt is built right into the walls?
This structure was not meant to be so weathered
The cracks are getting harder to hide
Every night I lay in bed
And the chaos consumes my mind
There is no rest here
This pain does not need to sleep.