I sold my emotions for alliteration

this mayhem that I am makes me weep

my own words draw sweet tears

and abet the creature`s confusion

it`s like hands in my head, behind my eyes

grasp tight on my brain and scrape my eye sockets

I forget the hands are there for short times.

tears remind me, almost nightly, nearly daily

they shape my emotions and push out the water

my own lies to myself I never told