Burning the trail

Smoke between your ears
you judge
and protect yourself from judgement
but like an approaching fire
the heat will eventually
inevitably march on

Burning your skin
singing your brow
until the little beads of sweat
start to boil
and bubble
cooking your skin
red faced

You hide from reality
too easily
you hide behind made up words
and supposedly deep philosophical
garble
that come out of your mouth as awkwardly as
gravel

The worst part
is anyone who really loves you
can see how far the fire has come
charring your heart
of its former green
life

You lose yourself daily and hate
hate hate hate
hate
everyone who doesn't love

and in that hate
you find shelter

Like a crustacean taking a warm bath
in a boiling pot