There are times when words tickle Like a drop of blood forced from a paper cut When I wish there were more to say When tapping fingernails on plastic Absentmindedly Is all That shows A single sign Of the overflowing anxiety within The thousand and so thoughts Shouting in and out from the same synapse So, I bite my lip, and, tap, tap, tap Without talking Fumble my tongue around the jumble of my words Quiet immediately frustrated Caught up in a brain that controls itself, Ever inward That’s its greatest jailee and greatest jailer Enigmatic only from a distance A torment at the center So that I tap, tap, tap, quietly Ceaselessly Endlessly Perpetually Until eventually…. I slam, and destroy myself Extinguishing into sweet bitter ash A LUMS student studying Accounting and Finance, who likes to dabble in the arts to keep life interesting.