Pesticide

There’s a particular man living in my heart

dictating my movements and my words

No, this isn’t metaphorical

The man in my heart

is very much alive

and now he lives in my veins

creeping up

to stain my sane brain

If I twist and I turn

slash you with the ugliest of words

remember that pesticide

I have living inside

doctors won’t cure me

they say I’m insane

but if they do nothing

he’ll corrupt my

perfectly normal brain