These nerves

Have been stood on

So long

I stopped noticing

Intentionally.

A series of switches

Tolerating social -isms

Even those that don’t apply to me…

I’m exhausted you see.

A finite resource

This star burst

Dusting out

As the electric fire encases me…

I cry out desperately

With exactly what I need

Now including boundaries…

And yet,

Its a stomping I get

From every direction…

Even those who know my pains demand:

“The mask is being accepted.”

I weep openly

These days the weight gains…

When my neck and back refuse to pull taunt.

And yet they go on…

Those hurting too…

These beings bought and sold

Any place is better than none…

Maybe that’s right for them…

But me…

I don’t want to fit again,

If I ever did.

Told to accept those that are different:

I seek out eagerly…

My differences hidden by a body

Blindsiding those seeking maids/ trophies…

Alas, I am gladly incompatible

With that tiny space they hold apprehensively.

This system inflamed

Molten lava that chooses

To run ocean deep.

Seeking out a space

Worth building up,

…From the inside out.

Just remember,

Whats hot burns soul deep,

So hear me boundary speak,

……merely the roaring of the steam,

As my pain comes to surface,

Forlorn.