Kafka Speaks My Mind by Blaise Rzeszut

Kafka Speaks My Mind

I too can't communicate,
To some will always sound garbled and frightening,
Radical, disappointing, begging for any small scrap of empathy,
Energy rationed carefully, like cash on a debtor's budget,
Thoughts and words tailored
Towards the one purpose 
Which unwinds like a torn seam, fabric strewn about the desk,
Unbeknownst to all others.

Down the stairs, it bounces, I collapse after,
Being chased out and in by my father, all at the same time.
Like a giant cockroach, trying to put clothes on,
I parade false strength, both clown and monster.