Everybody says 'you gotta stay grounded.'
They can't wait to stomp their feet into my chest.
This mindfulness exercise is so gnawing.
Their definition of gravity will never let me rest.

They don't know I meditate, only to ruminate.
Because my mind stays in an unobtainable place.
The inertia tethers me through the day -
so I spend my nights trying to levitate.

Head always on breakneck overdrive,
gotta practice slow gratitude
just to sleep and get to work on time.
Tell me: shouldn't that make me feel so alive?

Write out a list of things I'm thankful for:
1. I'm grateful for the occasional static in my brain
when I just don't wanna think no more.

2. The way I just grin and bear it -
put on some nice clothes,
so they can't see threads of my soul tearin.

3. How about my designer shades
to darken the pain
when I just can't stop comparin?

You just wouldn't believe,
how many loved-ones in life just left me to grieve.
Most people have to throw me all out,
just to see a fraction of the worth in me.

I know now I can take myself out with the garbage,
I learned to vibe with the grime and the carnage.
If you keep me I'd just plead to rot away
because now I don't wanna be bothered.

Please act like it's my fault when you push me down.
I long to set up camp
and stay isolated underground.
Everyone only surrounds me when I'm stuck
but I can only get up,
when I know they're not around.

I can't flourish with shallow eyes set upon me.
My stupid ego just gyrates
when they watch me bleed.

I'd rather take the stumble,
& practice being humbled,
than to have someone
watch me struggle to my feet.

I'm already grounded ok?
Make sure you kick my chair out from the display.
My body is the only proof,
so just tighten my noose
because my mind's on vacation all day.
© Merrr