Maudlin
But I'm not afraid
I'm charging
Through the open gates
Suspect me:
Melodramatic
I'm not afraid, I'm not acting

It's time to make it known
I carry you
And you carry me
And we are fully grown.

I'm sick
You're stupid
It doesn't even matter
That we're not concerned

You are irrelevant
And I'm not even here
I've got nothing
But private melodrama
And a thumping head
And you pull me up
When I break your fall

Poetic devices
Sicken me
Unless I'm writing
Poetry