Unfinished Thoughts of an Almost-Broken Mind

I’m like that third point
The one without which there is no triangle
Only a line
That is content to be
And be a line.
I reach out to different points
And hands reach back
Or don’t
Giving instead
MAYBE LATER's
And WHEN I'M NOT BUSY's
Or sometimes just
NO
Those are the times where I can’t see
Through the streaks of broken teardrops
That reflect
Everything I’m feeling
And also the nothing -
The numbness-
That I try to feel.
I instead write in italics
My natural hand lying
To all the fools who say
The slant to the right portrays confidence