This makes me mad
and I can’t stand
why are you always letting go of my hand-
Because one day it is covered in shit or pus
in jelly the next, in hair, in dust
If you had just held on
Maybe it wouldn’t be wet
Or covered in sweat or better yet
Stuck together like glue
Is your greatest fear
But when my hands are clean
I don’t need you near
When it was covered in chocolate or gum or goo
You couldn’t bear getting my mess on you
You wanted freedom
And not a chain
Holding my hand
Made you insane and made me mad
Now I’m holding myself up
and aren’t you glad
Maybe me on me was your grand plan
To expose me to madness so I’d hold my own hand…