I've been owned
but not wanted a
f* up feeling
a silhouette
a mirror of her shadow
always there
but out of sight
forgotten out of mind
scolded when convenient
Scared to be alone
Pushed out of the way
Finding the nearest light
Make sure im still there
Relief of some sort
Paraded around
Never sure what to say
Scenes i dont care to explain
Beat for what I did and didnt say
quiet, blank, expressionless
I feel them looking
Refusing attempts
Catching their eye
I wasn't staring at her
promise I wasn't
Counting tiles
"Oh i bet.."
186
"What are you talking about.??"
186 panels on this drop ceiling
"Whatever...."
Maybe i was wrong
hmm..
So I start again
Counting the time
Every day each minute
struck by the hour
second hand across my face
Like clockwork
Never-ending predictable
Counting sheep
drifting off to a place
It doesn't hurt
A few hundred or so
Finally I
I
fall asleep