Plastic Bag

My room was a mess I left an empty plastic bag on the floor, by the bed And when I walked around It stuck to my feet And I shook it off My room, still a mess Plastic bag stuck to my feet once again I shook it off, creating bother But it remained on the same stop Dirty room, bloody tissues around Plastic bag next to my bed It stuck to my feet, burden at it’s finest I shook it off and left it there And it waited for our next meeting The floor in my room almost invisible Drawing lines on my body I drew what I felt What I felt as the bag stuck to me Disturbance built up in me But it remained in it’s place It’s habitat Floor in my room almost invisible Lines on my body I used to draw what I felt Now I painted it And the paint dripped everywhere And the plastic bag in my room It had nothing to stick to That’s when it could finally get away from me.