Surrounded By Sickening Self

I can’t bring myself to go to my room right now And I don’t expect you to see But my room is currently dripping with things That remind me to much of me My likes and my history suffocate the air Where my problems and hobbies abide I’m sick of it all because I’m sick of myself So downstairs is where I shall hide Hide from myself and keep strong the illusion That if I ignore it long enough I will find It will disappear and hopefully so will I after all, out of sight, out of mind