I'Ve Got A Hunger... Poem by Olivia Jade

My hands are shaking, feet tapping, heart pounding
My minds racing, reeling, never relenting
Everything gets to me.
Everything.

I expose these thoughts, ideas.
They tell me to accept them,
Move on.
Static.

I can't remain still.
It would be worse than death.
I see me outside of myself.
Not the me I know, but my only true self.

It is incoherent, unstable, unreal.

I cannot function in reality.
Because I can't accept it.
I can't come together.