some days i have no fear:
no eyes or minds to judge.
just a single critic, 
whose thoughts,
even i can sway.

words are difficult.
i must hold mine,
when i have them,
and when i don’t,
they are unreachable.

words are difficult.
my head is filled with
everything ever said
ever said everything
everythingevery—

stop. crashcrash. down.

voices diffuse through my skull
and collide with my processors
which whir in ways you wouldn’t
		expect
(from me)		.

those eyes and minds have mouths
that speak and thus i fear i fright
i might—

but i won’t.