Fragile Mentality

The outliers on a cat-and-whiskers plot
The two ends of line segments that are never supposed to meet
But come together anyway
The time to wallow in self-prejudice
The time to sit in one's own filth
Don't bother to clean 'cause there's no place to be
No need to shower
Who's gonna see?
Trapped in your own thoughts
You contemplate destruction of the lungs that give you life
Mutilation of the chords that give you voice
Lost in a sea of trepidation
Light the fuse and run away fast
There's no telling when the mind will explode
Under the influence of self-afflicting tendencies
The pounding aching throb intensifies with every rack of thoughts
Left alone to raise fields of mushrooms and to cultivate mold for the sole purpose of decaying your living flesh
Screams of agony your only outlet
But with no one around to hear you,
Did you even make a sound?
'Cause no one believes you when you say:
"I feigned a mighty whisper, but only the mice could interpret."