I'm Sorry, What was the Question Again?

No I don't think I've ever stopped feeling,
Even when the animals came to tame me,
Brought gifts of new sounds made by mouths to fear,
No I don't make eye contact with just anyone,
Prefer looking over shoulders, doesn't mean I'm not listening,
Rather be shapeless then anything you can see,
No I don't love easy, unless you are a concept,
Something written or sung, something honest and brutal,
Reminds me I'm human and not something else,
No I'm no friend of gravity,
Weight of every pound of flesh is on top of me,
Stuck my feet into the mud and told no one to move me,
Yes I have always been this way,
Stubbed and usually wrong with no words to defend,
Manic and panicked and driven by nothing,
No I don't tell anyone what it is that killed me,
What made this shroud the only thing that fits,
Or how this bed became a womb,
Yes I know it's wrong to hide a life away,
The world is just too crowded with no space left,
I'll keep to my shoe box life waiting inside for a miracle.