Some days
I feel ok
And how I present
Is true
But on other days
This deep malaise
Makes faking it
Too hard to do
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Some days
I feel ok
And how I present
Is true
But on other days
This deep malaise
Makes faking it
Too hard to do
And as
another
busy
week
starts
In
this
maelstrom
of ruptured
hearts
We
can
only
hope
to find
Solace
in our
peace
of
mind
I really
can’t be
arsed today
Do I have
to leave
the house?
I promise
if you let
me stay
I’ll be
as quiet
as a mouse