[ Isolationist ]

By: futureasaletterbomber

a letter to the left

"I'll use words to paint a picture of my trauma 
You as in I as in me as a filter
I sit upon this throne on top of the world and judge those beneath me
but not those who put me here
them i will enjoy in communion
can you move aside? I need more space."

a break
my voice comes out as silence
fill it up again

i remember the times like this
when my voice was the surroundings
these thoughts how they never mattered
fuck this and your impersonation 
i don't show my scars to law makers

My dreams flow between domestic disputes and rusty razor blades on sidewalks 
Your dreams face upwards to a construct of taken power

while you speak of change
i scream