Writing

Noise

Every night

In my head

Noise

Every day

Swirling

Twirling

Dipping and diving

New lows and new highs

Noise

Everywhere

All the time

When their nagging talking ugh

If I could sail

I'd sail away

Far away

I'd sail away from this place

But I wouldn't go to another

I would stay in between

Refusing to stay

Refusing to go

If I could sail

I rot in here now

Along with the old milk can

In the garbage bin.

Your love too

Has expired just like

The milk can.

Now I rot

With the milk can and

Your spoilt love.

My marionette,

Dancing to another's tune,

I thought it was mine?

It's 10:55

I'm losing my mind

I try to count sheep

But they just pass me by

I get up and sit

At my desk, bite my lip

What to write, how to feel

Maybe my humor conceals

Who I am truly

I love buttondowns

White buttondowns

Crisp white collars

Buttoned up

I feel real now