Is this me

                                                In the middle

In the room

                                                In between

there’s no space

But there’s room in my head

 

So empty to fill

with the words that twist

Deposing, degrading

Igniting such shame

 

Unseen

Replicated

Expected

Unchanged

 

Still there

Still moving

Outside

                                                In my head

 

Full to the brim

Tipped over the edge

Blown into bits

Infinite in time

 

Different

Designed

Visibly

Accepted