It’s All in My Head

by Mckenna Ryan The Country Day School

Why won’t you leave me alone?

Do you hold on to my memories, my focus, and my tame emotions for your own pleasure?

You had overstayed your welcome the moment you arrived. That moment is blackened in space, I fish for what has happened but get tangled in the hook and line. I wish I could protest your invasion but I was preoccupied with the convulsions of fear.

I felt myself being dragged to death’s door.

Don’t over exaggerate now, I am in your head but, You can not blame me for walking into a home with the doors wide open. You have not even spent that long with me, you might as well enjoy the time we have together. It will go faster… I swear.

You are possessive and controlling by nature. I spend time tiptoeing around you

Trying to avoid your unbearable screams. Why must you imprison me away from the things I enjoy, Distance me from the people I love, the way I was?

You should be thanking me, I was the one who stopped you from resting in death’s home. I woke you up from the childish belief that you are more than a moment in time. You are fragile. You are not infinite not undefeatable, not as strong as you thought. You broke under pressure. No.

I refuse to be told I am not strong, Although I have had to muster up all the strength I have to coexist with you, I see your angry words are tainted with a hint of desperation. You know I am getting stronger.

Yes, I broke at the moment of impact. No, those breaks were not just bones. But the body is resilient and so am I. Once those fractures heal and the swelling is down you know there will be no place left for you.

I will not let you leave with my memories and happiness, I can not let you. I will not let you.

You say this, but what makes you think that you actually have control of the situation?

You prod and poke me, enrage me. I will take what I wish. I have already taken much My hunger grows with your strength. You can not handle my screams. I will make you conform.

You get to voice your discomforts while I struggle to keep mine down, below the surface.

Tired of begging for help to get away from you

When I know you are the one who decides when you leave. I would not need a crutch if you did not weigh on my shoulders. You are just in my head.

Just in your head, yet I physically restrict you, contain you, exhaust you, play with your emotions until you feel nothing but the headache.

I will heal and you will leave.

Not until more time has passed, do not neglect the fact that I am in your head.

by Matthew Song Crescent School

It was just a singular moment, blackened in time.

You need to accept that before you move forward.

I, you, hit so fast.

Your skull fractured under pressure along with your plans, calm disposition, and undertaking of how the world works.

I still shiver at the thought of the moment of impact. I laid there shocked, there was a moment of silence, and then my screams.

I was left unarmed against everything around me, including you.

Just a brain injury. You are just a concussion.

I am just in your head.

You are

I am just in your head.