I have a brain like napalm— Ready to explode. Hands like balloons, Flying far away, they’re not mine. I keep it all inside, Don’t want them to worry. But the less I show, The more it grows. A festering wound Infected and spreading. I become septic. Time returns to the past, Over and over again. I watch myself through a movie screen— Camera hidden in the corner. The napalm goes up in flames, In a flash, I’m laying down, Tied up, Guards on top of me There’s an ant in my food. Stop screaming Calm down, Why can’t I calm down? I know… because I have a brain like napalm.