Balancing Act

My fuse is short and worn

My head pounds as people speak

Yelling and screaming, I sit calmly

Balancing my scales in calmness

Between weeping and screaming

Callousness makes me scream

Kindness makes me weep

The smell of jasmine brings me back.

To the simple joy of simple gifts

Calm restored, long enough to escape

So thus I sit in between reality and time

Waiting restless and miserable