i'm scared today because i burnt my toast, last tuesday

it is a scene that i'll never unsee
how can i live with myself, dealing with such a tragedy

now, i stay away from windows in this room that won't let me go,
dancing with myself, just me this ballerina and my shadow

there's a broom over there,
and there it will stay,
i'm too ******* afraid to go near it, it might sweep me away

i just don't feel the same when i pour the water down the drain,
i often wonder where it goes,
i stick my head in the toilet so that later on, i will know

i'm cautiously amazed. clumsy, and feeling out of place,
i dropped my smile, it made me fall on my face

i'm ok tho?

ok to never know?

how i still carry on with a day,  getting way too carried away
in an emotional state that's way too ridiculous to tame