Tv on in a dim dark room.
I am here, screaming inside my head.
Will I ever keep up with the rest of the world?
I wish that all these animals would stop hurting, hunting me, following me everywhere I go to remind me who I am.
These thoughts will not leave me. They're there to stay wherever I am.
These rats crawl through my mind, eating it away like trash.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
