My name is Amber
and my mind is like a hamper

a storage unit of far holding a ton of information.
processing the temptation

everything is overflowing
but it doesn't hold enough knowing

of what to do with every emotion
or how to deal with anything in motion

instead of holding it all in, like a caterpillar in a cocoon

my mind is a hamper
that ends up leaving me even damper

than the night before
this is all such a bore

because it's always
the
same
god
****
ending.