I do not think I am prepared for an easy resolution,
I connect problems with complication,
I’ve come to learn that my overactive imagination creates numerous faulty half-assed solutions.
It’s simply misunderstood situations disguised as gut-wrenching plights having me staring at the jet black ceiling in the middle of the night-
Instead of sleeping,
Sometimes I can feel my irrational thoughts creeping up the side of my leg,
And digging holes in my not so whole bed,
I’ll lay on cottage cheese and wake up incomplete,
With the dumbass feeling of unfounded contrition for made up expectations I couldn’t meet.
I will wake and stare in the mirror counting the loose strands of my beard to get my mind off the issue,
I would then start picking at the hair, it would bleed a little but somehow get blood everywhere and then I’ll clean it up with toilet tissue,
If you’ve ever cleaned blood from white it does this smear thing that turns the sink pink,
but I left it and carried my virus to work in hopes of infecting my peers with this undefined thinking disease,
The “I can’t stop rapidly blinking disease”,
Like photo copying textbook pages of anxiety with every blink,
I will lasso my peers front heir high horses and they will crumble on the ground,
As I explain my dilemma and watch their smiles contort into frowns,
I am granting them fog and gifting them with confusion about hypothetical problems that technically don’t exist,
I give them a little kiss on their cheeks and send them on their way,
With life-siphoning information that’ll suck the joy right outta their day.
I am not required to ask for forgiveness for my actions,
Or their reactions to the stimulus,
I have a criminal’s mind plagued with paranoia and expectations of forever failure…when in fact, failure only takes up around 27 percent of my daily tasks,
If people would just…stop being complicated…I could respect simplicity, but people aren’t simple and I think endless disrespect humanity is disrespectful.