You wear your emotions, your problems, 
your perceived instabilities
like branches on an untrimmed tree
in too small a space
loudly taking up all of the air
leaving no room for the rest of us to
breathe

You shout your insecurities
and make excuses for failings
that are really just you not trying
and looking for someonethingelse to blame

Behaving like life split your middle with a dull knife
and your intestines spilling out like a banner printed
with all the self deprecating ideas of yourself

And I want to tell you to stop sharing all your personal
shit all over with everybody like you expect the world
to stop spinning and put you back together
All while you reject it’s offerings of ease
as patronizing and misunderstanding