Nothing’s coming to me.

Nothing’s in between.

Nothing’s overhead,

and nothing has been seen.

I don’t know what I missed out on, but you all seem to know.

I’m threatened to be kicked out or locked in everyday, in this god-forsaken show.

I no longer trust anyone, not even myself for now.

But one of these days I reckon, I’ll pull the curtains back and take that epic bow.

On y va! Starbucks, ciggies, long walk and a perverted voice in my head as usual. Have a great day, y’all.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. I rhyme too. We’re bipolar, we have word stuff like clang association, there is no avoiding rhyme. *waves to the pervert*

    1. lol! You’re awesome!

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