I’m bitter
i’m Sensitive
Nasty
And mean
so Reactive;
oh so jealous
and unsightly. nothing
and everything.
i only make sense
in some distinct
moments—creation,
alleviation of shame;
when i project
what’s inside
onto something.
other than these
rare moments
i’m too much;
too much of me
of everyone else:
so much i’m barely
a person.
everything but not anything.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.