I am sitting on the stairs.
The people upstairs make me feel nervous,
They always stink of beer and spit,
When they speak down at me.
I am a duck surrounded by vicious seagulls,
They peck at the feathers,
On my back/my wings.
I am sitting on the stairs.
The people downstairs make me feel scared.
They are always shouting,
Not always at me, at each other.
I am stood in NO mans’ land
With the insults and cutlery flying,
Past my head like bullets.
I am sitting on the stairs.
This is my place.
I know I am unwanted.
I am happier alone.
Here I can think, read,
I even play cards with myself.
My only friend is me,
I am safe here, on the stairs.
It's a little scary
These things that are going on
Like my CD player turning
itself on,
Or the excess noise from
the people upstairs.....
I live in a trailer, so how
could this be?
The CD player went on twice
Something wrong with me?
I wasn't even in the room
when the music started up
Next time something odd happens,
I'm fleeing like a frightened pup...
Is my trailer haunted?
Or my mind has finally left?
Did someone steal my senses?
Who's responsible for the theft?