crash

We all can't bear the scrutiny of modern day society; the need to maintain false appearances and even more fake relationships can be too overwhelming for some. We all can't keep it together all the time.

when things fall apart
they fall hard-

catastrophic collisions
of proverbial heart
and hypothetical mind-

earth shattering explosions
that no one hears
but they feel
beneath tapping feet
and trembling fingertips-

trying to pretend their ignorance
is genuine.
feigned hallucinations,
a schizophrenic episode or two-

do the voices coax or con?
speaking in stereo,
camaraderie and commands-

i do not believe we've yet
reached this plateau, or
plummeted to these depths

but you are ready-

ready to release reality
from the reigns you hold so tightly-
ready for the ramifications
of mental suicide-
prepared for the all-important

breakdown;

of self into selves;
of me into us;
of I into we-

the internal degradation,
separation, later integration
that leads to external
segregation from those
of the psyche considered the norm-

but never mind-

because your inner pieces
find peace-

the imprisonment of insanity
averted, or subverted-
temporarily trapping you in
a plastic world
of placid hope
and livid dreamers-

inside of neat little boxes
that crumble at the slightest examination
and cease to exist-

when things fall apart.