Symphonies In Seashells

I rarely agree that we don’t demand company
But some people have it so easy
If I filter my confidence, I only end up with minerals and letters
Letters to poems and poems to screaming and yelling inside my head
Because I can’t get to sleep when I crawl into bed

My face hurts because I’ve been smiling so often
Am I really that prone to exhaustion?
My jaw is sore
My choices are poor
My lethargy secludes me to my own coffin
I push my hair back into it’s rightful position
Then I mess it up because jealousy marks my every word with precision with shame
With nostalgic, depressive hate
And I wonder
If I’ll ever be sewn up again