funnything

There's a lump in my throat the size of my secrets

There's a bump in the road the same shape as me

There's a place I could go, if only I could see it

There are things I would know, if I wasn't me

Such a funnything, gather everything from the small exchanges

And it's troubling how I overthink just to understate it

I'm still wondering if I'll always be me in all these places

That's the funny thing, I feel everything and I never say it

How I'm not okay, and I overstep right to center stage, then

I self medicate 'til there's nothing left, 'til the worries fade and

Watch it shatter me, and it scatters me in a million places