The 7th door on the Psych Ward Floor

I am sympathetic rage. I am a swollen nerve, a paper cut, an unfinished Sunday Crossword.
I am the un-used crayon. The sinner. The broken record. Repeating. Spitting. Swallowing. Choking on the splinters. I'm a wood whore. A back door. A fast exit and a quick swing. I am screaming the loudest silence. I am smiling back the tears. I am the crooked pavement hop scotch accident. I am involved and unavailable. The hole that the glue can't squeeze out of. The 7th door on the Psych Ward Floor. The misguided criminal. The backwards chalk line. The cocaine sneeze and the hitchhiked sleeve. I am crisp. Snap Happy. Fuck all.