Have you gone away?

Is just a way to say

I wish you never went astray

Have you gone crazy?

Simply a lazy

Dismissive; this seems phase-y

Have you gone mad?

Nearly a demand

For one to get sad

Let's just speak

Using the peak

The point of our words

Stampede of letters; travel in herds

Is this me?

This pills, these diagnoses

Is this me?

This scale, the numbers I read

Is this me?

My blonde hair, blue eyes, and Eurocentric beauty

Is this me?

My quirks, personality

What defines a human

Can't even be humanity

For what we've learned through war is

That word doesn't mean what we meant it to mean

How do I describe myself

On applications to set me free

Three lonely words, lonely together

Even on my writers biography

A word count is me

The limit is me

For I don't have to reach it

To be enough

So I've been told

Or so I just know

Who taught me

That no meant no

Maybe he was not told

The things that I know

For when I said stop

He heard go

This is the outline

Of a story of many

These are the sounds

That cry from the lips of any

I guess you may call this

The syllabus:

The syllabul

Feel the curse of a culture

For I am angry

And full