it’s Albany place and Tesco metro is around the corner
and tears are dripping down my face
and now my make up is ruined.
i’m not normal
my chest feels tight with the weight of every word
anyone ever says to me
and I trip half way down the street.
there’s a house on this road I want to move into.
i have been busy at home making a new face for myself.
i have been making it very pretty with nice highlighter
And a nice smile
And i have made sure this face hasn’t been eating too many pizzas.
this face goes to the gym and takes photos and has a laugh
this face is not fragile.
this face enjoys life.
midnight, Netflix in the background as my eyelids crash
there is a cobweb on the ceiling
it is a metaphor for all my friendships
there is only one star in this cloudless sky tonight
i cannot fully shut my window
and my mouth tastes like cigarettes.
i have been fumbling with my jeans on toilets
And trying to avoid dusk.
i have not been to any parties.
i am not normal.
i am a baby screaming at her rattle.
i am crying because I don’t know which sandwich I want.