Kicked in the gut

there seems to be no quieting

the grumbling and tumbling riot inside

the battle waged against my pride

emotionally attacking my feelings

rapidly speading like rumors

among gossipmongers

audacious fictitious lies

told by those who have no rise

blowing hot air and a lot of

damn nonsense

I'm dazed but conscious

I try to speak but it feels like

my tongue is a coughed up lung

trying to keep it together but still

I'm torn apart

my pens up and my pencils down

my aim is my art

i fight from the heart

technical strategy

cunning and baffling analogie

I spit with no apology

my passion burns

like acid reflux

needs a nexium

my greatest headache

is the purple people, my exes

forever paranoid and always avoid

I never enter a room that has no exits

too much drama

disagrees with my intestines

ripping and tearing my stomach

like torn bedsheets

coughed up loogies

blood red like rubies

I'm running fast but not fast enough

to get away from my past

feeling like I'm enclosed

in a bubble reaching out for trouble

feeling like I'm sitting on a bunsen burner