there is this tension building up inside me
filled with chaotic energy
with zero ability to concentrate
I'm beside myself talking gibberish
what the hell is wrong with me
my skin doesnt feel like it's on right
I check my reflection and stare in awe
I don't recognize that guy
I poked at my face waiting for something
hoping it was a mask that needed pulled off
for that I would need a sharp knife
yes yes screamed the voices in my head
if they were excited this had to be bad
I collected my thoguhts though deranged
cleaned up made everything look okay
but there was still that tansion inside
bubbling up like last nights pasta sauce
burning my esophagus making it hard to talk
then as if the clouds opened up and let the sunshine in
the tension dissapeared and I was covered in calm
damn I hate menapause
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