Inconsistent Perplexity

Don't discern me to be rude,

I'm not up to talk of all the bothersome things

racing in and out of my mind

All thoughts of perplexity

Zoning in and out,

Breathe.

Anger rushes to me,

like a sword would want to wield

To a ever calm face

and words stop flowing to a speechless mouth

Breathe.

Don't make believe,

That words would resolve

my absent thoughts

For you

Selfish

Breathe.

Stop being rude,

the hispers say

How can I not be absent?

when my mind is racing

Breathe.

Just Breathe,

Let nostrils avoid flaration

and turn the other cheek,

Breathe.