Experimentalist

I became an experimentalist mixing amygdala and dopamine clouding my brain with suppressed anger a stranger to myself a stranger to the world life doesn't have a gas tank but somehow I'm always running on E so I poured sugar and liquor I became an experimentalist cutting my hair so it aligns perfectly with my chest sliced across a heart of anger changing my favorite color to red because purple reminds me of my childhood harsh and cold chaos and broken purple painted glass I removed the vibrancy in my sky replacing it with rage turning my whispers into screams hoping I can be loud enough for someone to hear my fear in the depth of my throat I became an experimentalist crawling to a me with no resemblance to the calm, loving, little girl I used to be I became an experimentalist but I've never been good at chemistry.