Red

The throbbing in the back of my neck makes me see red

From the fighting, the protecting, and the dread

Lighting my fire and leaving me for dead

All I can see is red

When no one understands your mind is made of concrete

And when you try to swim out of it all it weighs you down

Oh, I start to drown

And I start to see red

Everyone tries drilling into my concrete mind

but they dull their drills and hate what they find--

The hardest stone known to man

They hate how little I plan

And I don’t have a single fan

When I start to see red

No one quite understands why I act the way I do

The twitching and flitching and picking I do

The caring, the sharing and kindness I display

They don’t understand I don’t have another way

I’ve been called “Lennie”

That makes me see red

No one tries to understand my head

They pick, they drill, and try to bash me open

But they don’t sit and listen

I try to tell them but they don’t listen

Why I see red

And why I fixate

and why I see red