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
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2017
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