Wrong, Sir
You’re always here with me
Yet you’ve not heard a word I’ve said
I’ve forgotten how to just be
Can’t you get out of my head?
All I want to do is think
And all I feel is dread
You appear in just a blink
Just please get out of my head.
You’re here
You’re there
And at the same time nowhere.
I can’t take it much longer
If only I were stronger
I’d force you from my thoughts
Can’t you see it’s just wrong, sir?
There is no escape
Even late at night in my bed
It’s something I’ve begun to hate
I just can’t get you out of my head.
I brush my hair
I go to work
I worry about what I wear
You make me feel stupid
To embarrassment I’ve been led
Yet I don’t even know what I did
Just get out of my head!
You’re here
You’re there
And at the same time nowhere
I can’t take it much longer
If only I were stronger
I’d force you from my head
It’s all just so wrong, sir.
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2009
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