"walking on eggshells"
come up with a worse metaphor.
never trust a pop psychiatrist
to do the mentally ill's job
yes, how dare you
have to put up with the mess
that countless others left
a corpse of glass on the floor
is it really too much?
watch your step, i say
there's legos on the floor
a mess left by those before you
they don't listen
goosestep with abandon
then snap at me because
i've left such a mess
so i adapt
expect everyone to trod
over the bricks that once were me
a mess so thick you can't see the floor
i make camp
at the summit of a mountain
of promises broken and unkept
of social trauma and lost friends
and it's so hard to believe that anyone would want me around, after years and years, decades and decades, of evidence to the contrary, but here you are and here i am and i'm sorry for crying and i'm sorry for being insane and please watch your step there's a lot of legos on the floor