hey how are ?
i sit in my tidy room at my tiny desk.
it is small and i am tall.
mind wipes absent, tries reassessing
the day's occurrences it all blends messy.
rest chin on fist, elbow on oak
to rewrite all the words they spoke
when all they said was nothing to me
seems i'll be alone for now, that
seems alright by me.
picking minutes clean of their meaning
insincerity is breeding
paranoid notions in my head
don't hear truth what lies instead
inside my brain are fickle thoughts
ones i would not repeat if i were asked.
people are all the same
ask how you are when they don't even know your name.