Introvert

There’s a hole in my head, I’m leaking on the floor
There’s nothing there that wasn’t already there before
The rubbing brings burning and ill themed sits
I pull on my insides to distract intellect
An inch away from ever saying anything
An itch, a pain I’ll never say anything
There’s no reason to ration the words exposed
I think on thoughts too long until they run their course
An inch away from ever saying anything
An itch, a pain I’ll never say anything
I hush, I hush, I’ll always shut up, I hush
I watch and stay inside
To speak would be not me, a thief, a lie
An inch away from ever saying anything
An itch, a pain I’ll never say anything