How do I describe you?
You
You are many things
You’re the beefy-shouldered bully that follows you home,
whispering hot and cold threats right outside your door
You’re
the nosy neighbour who hates your family name
the snotty, spotty kid who graffitis over window panes
You’re the incessant banging from the dingy basement that you never visit
You’re the crumbling skeleton you’d hate for anyone to exhibit
You’re the overspilling dustbins that have been waiting to go out; taking over muddy streets, leaking grit and grime
Inside
You’re that clammy palmed feeling
You’re a dizziness, a fizziness where the whole room spins all around
You’re the spark that sets anxiety alight – waiting, wondering if tonight is your
Night
nausea
The creepy, uninvited guest – “No, I haven’t made up a bed for you – you need to go, please!”
It’s the bags under the eyes; distractions carved from the TV,
until that heavy moment when your head lies back on the pillow
And the uninvited guest decides to leave
You’re the chlorine up your nostrils sensation (I haven’t even been swimming!)
You’re the aching and the shaking, the rumbling and grumbling
And what has happened to my….?
You’re the clown-nose feet, the itchiness, the rawness
You’re the
Instigator of Mischief, “You feel fine now.”
The Teaser “No, you don’t….”
The Schemer “You never will’
You’re that one passenger you don’t want next to you on a long, ten hour flight,
the kind that brags about how many companies they own
Until you feel your eyeballs are about to pop out
You were a thousand people, a million emotions,
But you are now
Gone.