Why do I write?
Why can’t I just say what I feel?
Maybe some things are best said in ink,
Or maybe I’m scared, afraid of being rejected, cast out.
Help me face my fears.
Like a scavenger in the wild,
I search for answers,
Answers to questions I haven’t even asked yet.
Set me free. Let me loose from these chains.
A victim of my own decisions,
A prisoner of my own mind.
Make it stop! Please, make it stop!
I didn’t bring this upon myself.
Karma has done this to me.
This was never meant for me.
YOU ARE READING
Bathroom Thoughts
RandomRandom monologues that go on in my head, I don't know how to make it stop so I'll be writing them here for now
