My everyone is your no one

Screaming no

I don’t want to grow

I want to hold on

I can’t let go

Feverishly scrambling

My knuckles are white

Foolishly gambling

Loosing my sight

Of anything straight

To pull me back

Gripping the hate

Feeling the lack

Of what’s missing

Inside my gut

Like a tire hissing

From the nail cut

A random act

From driving blind

Losing tact

Of any kind

To hunt me

Through my running mind

Stunt free

I alone perform

The invisible crowd

Watch me adorn

Out loud