Low Stress Diet
I secrete myself within the asylum in my mind
Like a glass room in the middle of the ocean
Awaiting the waves to break in and disturb the silence
I am not a coward; fear is not what drives me to hide
It’s just that I prefer solitude since I’m on a low stress diet
I do not mind listening to people moan about their problems
I do too let out the steam similarly on occasion
But when their healing process becomes my destruction
And their protests and complaints become a threat to my sanity
I’m at that point left with two options
To bottle it all up and keep to myself my frustration
Until it convinces my patience to conceal the oasis
And I no longer see anything more pleasant
Than to throw an unexplained tantrum
Like privacy lacking adolescent
Make everyone uncomfortable and become
The unapproachable explosive outcast
Or I could take a different approach
That’ll keep the stress levels low and enable me to look past
The disturbance in the air the frequency of the voice
So filled with despair now nothing but a noise
In the background as I travel into my zone
To be kept company by my thoughts so completely alone
Watching a star glimmer in the sky
And attempt to figure out why
Follow the crack lines on the wall
And wonder when they will force it to fall
And suddenly I’m overwhelmed with happiness and a smile
Forms upon my face knowing that whatever they say
Inside my asylum I will always be fine