The laugh the ends me

  • I'm laughing so hard...

    They are telling me all to stop..

    They are yellin and insisting I quit laughing ....

    I can't stop, there was no joke, and I'm not choking as of yet...

    This laughing is all too mad, for something joyful or glad...

    It has a twist and a turn..An aching burn...

    A lesson within my laughing, but the lesson won't learn..

    Neither will i... I will stand and sit , run and walk...

    I will fall over and lay, still at least with a chuckle...

    I will tick and tock, I will throw this rock, laugh at the birds, and laugh into the clock...

    Nothing is funny.. And the laugh has still failed to cease...

    They ask and demand me to quit..... 

    They splash me with water , and tell me to sit...

    after every word they  speak, a little breaking of the silence.

    my held in laugh makes a creek...and a sqwauk..

    I tell myself in my mind to shut up, they are trying to talk..

    But ever word they say , their mouth is moving but my laughter is louder.

    And the sound is strong, and as of yet I've done nothing wrong..

    I tell myself to not outburst and cry, I start  tear up I feel like I'm going to drop down and die...

    As it appears my laughter has finally fell to a conclusion, their observation has left them pale in the face...

    Now I am crying and they are trying to lock me into this place..

    Please call for help I yell and plead... As I bite and scratch myself  I bleed and bleed..

    The floor is blood , now I come to now say,.... At least it isn't my final day...

    I tear up as laugh so hard , they try to calm me down by pulling the "I'll call the police " card...

    As I chuckle and laugh some more, I mock them as they head for the door...

    I tell them no, please do sit, just for a bit , want some tea? ....

    They are frightened I can tell..as of course it isn't hidden very well..

    Body language and their shaken voices... I tell them calmly their choices.. I repeat...

    Their choices..., They ask, what does that mean...

    I reply it means - suddenly a noise interrupts my voice,  a vicious attack  knocks down the door...

    It's my monster, that used to live in my head, word on the street says he wants you dead...