Panick City

How do I start?

"I'm broken"
But the truth is a false statement,
and I need fixed.
I still wander the streets at night
thinking
and hoping they see me.
Ashamed of my portrait
but silence fails to bring me shelter
and it fails to lift my spirit.

Unspoken beginnings unfold.
My words come out in inspiration.
Strings pain my fingertips
and smoke clogs my filter.
Continuous fret in a one man chorus
with one soul, I think?
How do I begin?

"I'm broken"
But the reality is a misconception
and I need fixed.
I'm not going to touch it.
not going t...
Well one more time won't hurt me.

I worry I'm a failure
and each cramp tightens the rope
in hope you would cut me down.
Now I'm relentless.
Caucasian in a room of African Americans
though I don't mind.
Get use to the attention
get used...fuck!
Just light the rope on fire and watch him climb.
Surely his grades will rise and then he'll be normal.
The phase is just a composition
of failure to be?...

I picture ripping my face off
and screaming don't make changes.
It makes the deep more parallel.
It makes the crack wide open.
It makes the explosion more tolerable.
It makes the mind a plastic suitcase
asI scream in a continuous
Beam of Jim in my belly.
Suggest if I roll over
I won't drown in my own vomit.
How do I end?

"I'm broken"