An Average Day
Recollect
The floor tiles are cold
The air bombards my spine with chills
Get out of the memory
Get out of the memory
The lights hurt my eyes
The space is so cramped
Get out of the memory
Get out of the memory
I’m stuck in the memory, trapped
I don’t trust myself anymore
Something
All around me these people stare
And I’m supposed to impress them.
I really wish I could say something real,
Something that doesn’t sound so insane
But lately I don’t trust my brain, not at all
You tell me I won’t ever change- but I have
So I just keep my teeth ground together
No matter how bad I wish I could say something.
I’m surrounded by you and your friends
And you keep running your mouth at me
I have so much to say to you all
I so desperately wish I could say something
But my lips are glued and glossed
Because you’re too cowardly to see my brain
No matter what, I say nothing. Nothing at all.
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As always, thank you so much for reading.
