I want to scramble away

I want to scream

I want to shout

I want to fight back

No...

No...

I need to scramble away

I need to scream

I need to shout

I need to fight back.

Or do I?

So maybe I am bound by fate, a problematic scaring induced

by hate, you never seem to open out, is that what all this

teaching has led to scout, it’s not my fault, you make me feel,

like my own education wasn’t truly real. So you came right in,

I want to touch a tree.

Not just any tree.

A tree with big green leaves.

I miss the shade trees

give on hot summer days.

The way they smelled, not

like a flower, just the

overall smell of nature.

I want to sit on

I see purple oranges bouncing

Silly rabbits singing

twisted colors, sadistic hallucinations

these purple oranges hanging from a noose

dripin in my cup is purple orange juice