Written by: Ann W. or @squ1dpee (Ann W. Is my pen name)

Its my world and we’re all living in it.

My brain is so full, too full.

Words bleed out everywhere,

and only some reach my lips.

But some is too much,

when theres this much stuff.

Its not a wound, the source of these words,

Its a pretty thing, bleeding all the time

Something just wants my brain to be pushed in the hand of someone else, to see how brilliant i can be.

To see that its my world and were all living in it.

I’m left alone with such a full brain all the time,

And i want to listen, my ears miss it,

But theres so much that needs to be said,

Needs to be shown,

Im bleeding and i need to empty it all.

Why wont the words slow

Why wont i stop to hear

Sorry this is so ecclectic,

Sorry the metaphors bleed into one another,

Like oil and water,

it doesnt mix but I’ll insist they do,

Ill even find soap and it helps some, but it doesnt mix

Its my world, and im living in it.

Im living, and i see me and its hard to see much else because me is all i know for most of the day

I wonder, if im spending all this time with myself, why dont i get bored?

Why do i still blurt all the nonsense in my head?

Why dont i get sick of myself and want to hear nothing but things about someone else

I think thats how it used to be,

When i was silent and wasnt me at all

Even alone, i wasnt me, i hated being by me

Now i love being by me and spend most of my time by me and i cant get enough

I make myself overwhelmed

Im sorry this is ecclectic, it might not be a real poem,

But something wants me not to edit or filter the words as they come through,

Something wants me to leave it be, first draft and call it a night