I nearly bit my tongue off
When you asked me questions
Of no meaning, no substance
Forced like unwanted suggestions
About where to eat, what to do
How to travel, when to move
Staring over the barrel of a deceased coca cola
Eyes ploughing into me like needles
My responses grew weary and feeble
Conversation like too much hard work
From the very start
And tiptoing into the twilight hours
A train ride that should have been hushed
A meal that made me blush
A sentence too many that was more than enough
How can I stand to be me
When a day out is just pain
And I’m the only one to blame
My ineptitudes, my shortcomings
My overactive brain
With its excruciating bubblings.
talking to my pillow. 