Snow Globe

I am a stranger wherever I go because I am strange to myself. My mind just goes off doing its own thing, never consulting me at all about whether it's alright to feel this way or that. I feel like one of those souvenir plastic domes that are full of glitter which you get at Disneyland or at truck stops, the kind that makes snow when you turn it over. That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant weather patterns of all sorts- blizzards, cyclones. I am the fucking Wizard of Oz. I am constantly standing several feet away from myself, watching as I say or do or feel something that I don't like or don't want at all, and I still can't stop it.