What’s this say about me I just
I don’t even like interviews I mean
I even prefer mutual masturbation to intercourse–
Where my own comfort and
My own touch is all there is. I am not
A fan of vulnerability to people who cannot
Understand me, no matter how much
I share with others I feel lonely.
It’s like I built a wall inside me, but
All anyone cares to notice
Is the outside perimeter
Of which I never care to see.
Why judge a moat
For being less inviting
When the inside is
A treasure worth hiding…?
I’m afraid I’ve gone from mad–