It's as if I am drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up
In water so deep it spills over the edges
And splatters onto the floor.
It's as if I am on my tip-toes,
Barely able to touch the bottom,
And most of the time, it's okay,
But every wave pushes me underwater.
I sputter and cry out, but it's in my mouth
And spilling every time I speak.
It drips from the ceiling, an endless flood,
Filling all the buckets in my mind.
There's too much to bottle and store,
Too much to seal away,
But I must try or else I'll drown
In all the things I can't contain.
It's spilling all around me,
Soaking everyone who comes close,
Clinging to their skin and clothes,
A reminder of the mess I've made.
It's as if I can't find the bottom
For more than a second.
My toes brush against the rocks
And try to cling to them.
It's as if I'm drowning,
In a torrent of myself.
I can't drown it out with anything
Because the flood comes from inside.