by Haley Reid
So many thoughts
inside my head
They fight and rattle
jumble, wrestle, and kill each other off
Analogies, synecdoches,
soliloquies, colloquialisms,
allusions, illusions.
What’s the difference
between intellect and illness
Nothing is everything
Everything is nothing
Art begets art and art I forget.
My words mean what I mean
My words mean what you see
My words see what you mean then mean something new
I float somewhere between you and me
somewhere behind my words
Should I say what I’m supposed to
Or what I want to?
So I say nothing So scared of being seen