Who dares wake me from my pitiful dreamless sleep,
You wake me just to ask me if I'm "okay",
You skip in my room gallivanting while I toss and turn pondering the meaning of my life,
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yell, realizing there's no one else but me,
So I continue to toss and turn and you start to laugh,
I start talking aloud to myself asking you why your doing this to me,
I begin to mumble to myself about possible answers,
My so called loving "son" took me to a specialized doctor to check my mental state,
I know that even if my son told me in a very childish tone,
The doctor was just here to ask me some special question and if I answered all of them we would go out for lunch,
I gave him the finger and still answered all the questions "truthfully",
I didn't want the doctor to get off that easily,
We didn't go out for lunch later,
Your just tormenting me you realize every time I think you exist the closer I get to becoming insane,
So you laugh on,
Prance on around my room,
Beconing me to drive myself to look at nothing.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Who dares wake me from my pitiful dreamless sleep,
You wake me just to ask me if I'm "okay",
You skip in my room gallivanting while I toss and turn pondering the meaning of my life,
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yell, realizing there's no one else but me,
So I continue to toss and turn and you start to laugh,
I start talking aloud to myself asking you why your doing this to me,
I begin to mumble to myself about possible answers,
My so called loving "son" took me to a specialized doctor to check my mental state,
I know that even if my son told me in a very childish tone,
The doctor was just here to ask me some special question and if I answered all of them we would go out for lunch,
I gave him the finger and still answered all the questions "truthfully",
I didn't want the doctor to get off that easily,
We didn't go out for lunch later,
Your just tormenting me you realize every time I think you exist the closer I get to becoming insane,
So you laugh on,
Prance on around my room,
Beconing me to drive myself to look at nothing.
It's a poem
