Slipping

Help me out here. If it’s possible for
my mind to be read, then please,
please articulate what I’m not able
to say. Sing, draw, do a little dance,
scream it off a building if you must,
just get it out of my head and
into the world. You need to understand
that it’s destroying my well-being
to keep quiet about my secret every
second of every day. Every more minute
adds another tiny little stab to my sanity.
Heaven help me. Hell help me. Somebody
on Earth, help me! I’m going to go insane
if I have to hold on to my secret
for one more rollerblading minute! I
don’t want to do this…it’s insanity…
I’m insane…I need to let it go. Just
scream it at the top of my voice, into
a bottle…smash the bottle…and drop all of
the shards into the ocean, piece by
piece…then I’m free, finally free…