Bolted Traps

I am a ghost in my own body and my skin are the sheets I hide behind
I am a prisoner of my mind and my skull is the only thing holding it together

My body keeps transferring data to the wrong parts of my brain
My brain is moldable, but at times shattering like a window without a pane

Slip and slide like a bouncing pit
Off the walls, tracks worn thin
Splashing loud, messy space

I’m afraid I’m slipping, giving into the taste of pure insanity
And I thought I was okay

I am the human equivalent of a roller coaster, no harness, but scared of being bolted in
I’d rather fall than stay together


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