I am exploding, tearing at the seams
With sweet hope and melancholy steeped in dreams
I move with aching urgency to the swaying beat and wail of strangeness and charm
I hear seductive voices of invisible demons, slippery in my mortal grasp
I see worlds of kaleidoscope color, spinning with faces and flowing from my pencil tip
I want to understand myself
I am exploding, tearing at the seams
With sweet hope and melancholy steeped in dreams
I feel as though my whole body is humming with bolts of eccentric lightning
I create a secret place, its walls splashed with molten emotion
and sprinkled with fairy dust
I wish I could open my eyes and turn my reality into something electric
I try to understand myself
I am exploding, tearing at the seams
With sweet hope and melancholy steeped in dreams
I touch soft fabric in my hands, a slick and silky river of wonder and possibility
I cry when loneliness colors my thoughts with droplets of toxic gray
I know I have fire in me, but fear coats my insides with sticky hesitation
I need to understand myself
I am exploding, tearing at the seams
With sweet hope and melancholy steeped in dreams.
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