Sentients?

She's visited me again Taking deep lodging within my brain This overwhelming sense of wasted time Inadequate. Of the fact that I'll be the last to get the piece that... Wait... Still wasting time trying to feel alright. I'll never feel good enough and that's just fine? Right? Okay... Time's still ticking... 6, 7,... And a one... I missed the 5 and the 8 and I'll be too late to start again... She visited me again... And she plucks from me the energy I had to start... I'm scared stuck crawled into a corner we built because I welcomed her... Her voice was too loud to ignore and around me seemed people who'd pour fuel to adorn what she'd said... Should I give her a name? Does that mean I claim and say okay that she remain? As I write... She says, "This makes no sense, let no one see" I cut... And hope she's the one who bleeds... #impromptu

Somewhere over the rainbow Way up above the gray scale "colors" that never had enough room for me. I live in dictated lines when someone feels like we vibe and it's cool to say n* 'cause I fall in these lines... Sometimes... Way up high, and violence is my stereotype.  No language comes out when I bite and I'm way too foreign for my own type. Where do I live?  Between prejudice of my belief and what to say when I speak  and how I'll offend you when I breathe and disowned from my continent for my English...  Solely...  I live behind the mirror wall because I can't look at my face at all  because love seemed not to hear my call and for skinnier, prettier, smarter they'd fall... In lecture halls and itchy wrists and prayers with tears hope to forget the time wasted live life regret... No alcoholic beverage... Hereditary addict... Where do I live?  Where I'm not good enough, where constant self conversations aren'...