Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One

For The Few Little Successes I May Seem To Have, There Are Acres Of Misgivings And Self-doubt.

All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And Silence.

But They Know. They All Know. And What Am I Against So Many…?

I Dreamed That You Bewitched Me Into Bed And Sung Me Moon-struck, Kissed Me Quite Insane. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.)

I Didn’t Want My Picture Taken Because I Was Going To Cry. I Didn’t Know Why I Was Going To Cry, But I Knew That If Anybody Spoke To Me Or Looked At Me Too Closely The Tears Would Fly Out Of My Eyes And The Sobs Would Fly Out Of My Throat And I’d Cry For A Week. I Could Feel The Tears Brimming And Sloshing In Me Like Water In A Glass That Is Unsteady And Too Full.