Misplacement

Every time I speak
I feel as if
only noise came out of my mouth.
Long
tiring
useless
words.

There is
this ever-present
sense of misplacement
like I'm here by accident
like any moment
I'll be erased
and re-written.

Fine

I don't sleep.
I run around
distracted and
in thousands of pieces,
trying to be everywhere at the same time
trying to do everything.
Constantly exhausted
but
too tired to think
my mind constantly buzzing
with this thing
or that
I don't have much time
to feel anymore.

I answer I'm fine.