SO MANY

Psych Folk. I earned my PTSD. Growing up traveling about America, I met bad babysitters, bad cops, bad ministers. Early on as a runaway I learned to not hitchhike but to rather move in the shadows alone. Etc. Starry Nightmoth on KBs.

SO MANY

“I’ve” fallen through a hole?
“I’ve” cut and stabbed my skin?
YOU pushed me in and pulled me out
Here we go again

And now you’re this and that
I run from that to this
You let me roam and found me here
Then you stole a kiss

First you steal my clothing
Then you feed my hunger
Hurt me when I’m bathing
Heal me with your stinger

“I’ve” fallen from the wall?
You’ve cut and stabbed my mind
You dropped me off and picked me up
Nothing did I find

So many of you out there
So many of you everywhere
So few of us are in here
So few of us to fear

So many of us out here
So many of us you should fear
So few of you are in there
Too few of you to care