A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring
It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world
I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me
Please do help me
I've tried everything else
Starting to take Zoloft, I think I'm exited--but I'm mostly just done with feeling bad.
(This note was written by a mop that was supposed to clean but was ***** so made things worse. Like a lot of people a guess.)