Tightly knit, I keep myself
So I don't fall apart
Full of flaws and imperfections
I simply can't face the world.

Sometimes I get wound so tight
Like a balled up rubber band
I can feel my teeth cracking
In my mouth.

Then the unraveling begins and
I swirl around barely able
To see what happens in everyone
Else's grand universe.

The spinningcontinues until
I'm a puddle of mass
With no molecules left and
No desire to move.

Soon I begin winding up again
To start my Hell anew.