I feel like a smushed pea, 
life keeps stepping on me,
smearing my life all over the ground.

Life takes a bite out 
of my green smushiness.
I’m left as a stain 
under the feet of who ever passes by.

My tiny cry’s can’t be heard
because I’m too small 
to cry loud enough.

My tears dried up 
looking like a snail’s trail.

Myself is locked up tight within
the cage in my brain.
Every thought provokes intrigue,
yet never shows itself. 
Its damaged,
frayed at the edges. 
It comes out in fragmented pieces, 
scrambled into millions of bits
of unreadable data.

*Sigh*  today is full of unwanted static,
and broken dreams.