Why Can'T I Think
Why can't I choose what I want my human to think ?
Why must I be the one working all hours of the day?
Constantly filling my drawers up with these clothes called thoughts?
Like now my human is typing everything that I'm thinking right now?
I must be dreaming or something...
I mean tell me this is all a dream...
My home has a lot of damaged things in it
Like from the very first break up... I have that memory posted in the back of my room
Like when my human overthought that math question
Why can't I empty out my trash can... I mean it's memories my human doesn't want to remember anymore...
Does my human even notice me?
I mean seriously...I get overfed with random thoughts every second of the day
Someday human I'm going to exploded and when I do you'll have one thing to say...
WHY CAN'T I THINK?
Copyright © Davonne King | Year Posted 2020
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