Not I, not I, push me aside

Light splits where aspirin headaches shine

I feel it pulsing, breathing inside:

The monster, her emerald eyes.

Mrs. and Mr. say she’ll subside,

Boasting that it happens all the time

As if my sanity were some sort of prize,

mx+b = why?

“Maybe if you wouldn’t procrastinate, you’d be fine.”

My health’s at risk,

You pretentious bitch,

It’s not because I don’t try.