A stainless steel tongue
Etches pain across my mind and heart
Forcing me to push my body beyond those wounds
My natural instinct to distract the imaginary scars with the physical torture
My body cries out with words I cannot exclaim
Only I can listen because no one hears
They choose to when they feel like it
It's like inviting someone inside your mind for a moment and they can't understand
So they disregard your sanity because it's too sane
And it drives you insane because they don't understand
Just one is good enough just one, who sees the things that echoes through your mind
the scattered pieces of paper that fly by in the raging wind
This is not just one message
It's many
Like a collage of pictures
You are only going to look at the ones that make sense to you
But it's okay.
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