Terror

The gift that keeps on taking

Chipping away at my sanity

Till I’m a helpless child flailing

The intelligence feels like vanity

Even joy is a threat

Torrential tears follow soon after

Till I’m contemplating death

My mom yells “catch her!”

But I’m never in the clear

My brain continues to sabotage

Till I’m paralyzed with fear

Of my own brain, a cursed collage

So I wallow in the terror

Rendering myself numb yet shaking

Till I’m a skeleton — that’ll scare her!

The gift that keeps on taking