I’m constantly behind but
I’m in the lead running laps
around people at a constant speed
and I refuse to fall
depicting the illusions on the wall
staring at the pictures in my room
reaching for the riches on the moon
I pick up the pieces to My Broken Heart
I pick up the pieces and build Noah’s Ark
looking at you looking at me
I wasn’t what you thought last night
there was a shadow of a person who died recently
and I didn’t hear a sound
but they spoke frequently
I feel like it was a poem for their mother
with fear of the yelling from the other room as they hid under the cover