Untitled, No. 4

I was always a wallflower,
But I make a pretty good wallpaper too
Back against the wall for so long I’ve become the landscape
Spreading myself thin to seal every crack
Blocking off my only exits
Sealing off the oxygen
Suffocating myself within my self-created prison
Trying to break free feels like losing parts of me
Leaving behind skin and blood
To stain the rocks I crashed myself against
Forever remembering the mountain on my back,
The weight of the world crushing as I stumble,
I’ve forgotten how to stand on my own feet
But I think I’ll spend the next while crawling
Hands and knees, slither like a snake
Seeing what’s below the surface of everything
The new perspective is working for me