My feelings multiply as I don't give

them a space to be.

They all add up, squeezing into a spot

that feels more crammed up than free.

When I'm about to explode

and my heart beats faster than my words

can analyze anything I'm feeling,

I pause.

Zoom out.

And subtract.

Subtract what I feel,

Subtract what I know.

Everything is smaller when I unravel

the lies I tell myself.

The emotions that come with laying around

waiting to be saved.

A golden opportunity evades me so I am forced

to sit and ponder,

Wht went wrong?

When I'm overactive in my brain I get

backed up and immersed in a murky fog.

But through that awarenes,

I realize that nothing ever really made sense anyway.

Glamour was never truth.

And being stripped of it reminded me to

subtract even more.

So, when I do I become stronger.

Braver.

And that makes the difference.