Spirits

There are spirits in my head.

So many I can't think,

I can't see,

with these ghosts

floating past my pupils.

The lights they flicker

in my mind

and the China breaks

across the walls

so I can't hear,

I can't think.

And these ghosts--

man, are they noisy!

They are noisy

when they whisper,

when they wail.

When I am crying,

eating,

sitting,

I can't stand it.

I am breaking

against the floor.

The chandelier

is shaking

as the spirits

have their fun.

I am not your playground.

I am not a child.

I can't think

with this headache.

I can't hear,

they are noisy!

I can't see,

with my eyes closed.

I can't think!

I can't think!