Shit I wrote then edit 0.01 billy

[Brownlie]

I can't tell you when it all started. I was young and I guess, crazy too. Some nebulous words here. What is it?
You get to rely on the people you love...hell, that's what they want you to do. Who is they?
One day, though, it will happen. You believe that it's something you said Again what is it?
and you've no idea what the fuck has changed but it hurts like a kick in the head. Again with the it.
That's when it all just switches around, you're supposed to know what's on their mind. Who is they
You ask for the time and they ask where's your watch, and you find that you're always behind. I like the sentiment in this sentence.
So you figure you'd better keep out the way, lock up your door and live cool. Cool in that sense is sort of a cliche or its an idiom or something.
You sleep when you want and you shut out the light and you live with only one rule. I guess you might call repetition of You anaphora which adds a sort of fervor and perhaps adds tension
Never get close to the people outside, they will burrow deep into your mind. Who are the people? How do they burrow? I believe a more specific detail of your feelings could make this more powerful.
Live in your head where there's space to expand and where thinking can grow unconfined. I would get rid of unconfined.
tectak
1967
I found this yesterday. On palimpsest, as serge would appreciate. I rescued it. It holds out hope for us all....except, perhaps, me

Perhaps this could be a narrative poem in a paragraph block, you know a piece of flash prose or something. Hope this helps you.