Unidentifiable Human.

In my mind is a blue-print to you. Burned on the insides of my eyelids is a map to you. A poem I recite by heart, everyday, can lead me to you. When I sleep, my dreams fuckin' race to you. When I walk, step by step, I'm gettin' closer to you. The more I reach out for dear life, I know, my fingers' tips will touch you soon. But for some reason. They don't work. None of them. They're just basically lies. That blue-print? It's illegible. This map I see, every single time I fuckin' blink...it's fadin' and I can't read no street signs or recognize no symbols. This poem, it's just some filthy rap song you played over and over and is irreversibly stuck in my skull. My dreams, end in nightmarish terrors. I wake up feelin' suffocated and wishin' everytime I slept would be delightfully nostalgic. My walks, break into sudden sprints all the way home, in fear and terror of bein' followed by you. My fingertips' prints no longer exist, you burnt my identity clean off my used-to-be flawless skin.

And I want to be an individual again.

I WANT MY FUCKIN' LIFE BACK!