I have too many lines to memorize and I can’t keep up.
I have way too many voices in my head telling me what to do, what to say next.
I don’t know how people can’t see me losing my mind; it’s so obvious.
I can’t understand it. Not a single person has seen all of me; not one; because sometimes I don’t think I’m ready for that.
I feel so hostile and I can’t turn it off. I have no control over me.
I feel unrest and all I can do is stress, but at least you are so entertained by the words I'm saying.
I speak too many stories to keep us entertained and you seem amused.
I can’t stop speaking and you can’t stop believing; I can’t stop because you stay with me when most times everyone leaves.
I tell them when I know they will make us feel better. Sometimes anything will, but that doesn’t bother me.
I thrive under pressure, and when you need me.
And I am 10,000 miles under the sea and my head just might explode, but I like to not think about that.
Distracting you is no easy task, but I'm up for the challenge.
I can be your poet. I can be your reality. I can be your entertainment.
I can be all you need. Watching you listen so intently makes me think maybe we are both worth it; we are both worth saving.
I like to yell and scream, and sometimes I can’t breathe.
I spin and I spin and I drive myself crazy to get the right words to speak.
And I don’t get how you can still watch me. How can you still listen to me?
I don’t understand, and perhaps I never will, but that’s fine by me as long as you stay.
Don’t stop listening.