Space, a word with many meanings, many connotations, and hidden feelings
Space is the only one to blame, for it makes me wonder if I’ve gone insane
Those thoughts, those dreams, those piercing screams of scrutiny and disdain
The taint, the taunt, that alter my patterns of thought
Those things inside I try so dearly to hide, build up the anguish and the hate
Until it’s simply too late
And the agony
Becomes
my fate