Constant state of an
Emotional disaster
Always on the
Brink of destroying all the good things
Upsetting others is what
I seem to be best at
All the wrong things
Pouring out of my poison-stained mouth
The honey that was once my
Words, turned sour,
Toxic,
Became too much of one thing
Confinement and isolation seem to
Work best for the hopeless mess of me
Walls of the strongest point
So no one gets hurt
I'm a complete train-wreck
With words that seem to
Fall into the "offensive" and "hurtful"
Category of things