I woke up today with a filth I could not take off
No matter how much I rubbed my skin, it stuck to me like glue
I walk around weighed by this filth, back and forth and it still clings to me
The soap is useless, it only removes specks at a time
Surely my face reveals it all, the pain of walking with this filth
But no one sees the truth behind the layer of filth
YOU ARE READING
Distant
Puisijust short poems about stuff Was previously Bliss, I got bored of the title
