i’ve got fluff in my ears
to cancel out what i don’t want to hear
but it doesn’t always work that way.
every morning she screams and yells.
what started it? i can’t tell.
but it always is aimed at me.
she drives me up the wall
and i haven’t got anyone to call
so i wallow slowly in my misery.
day by day my release draws near
and i gather the things that i hold dear,
waiting for that moment to escape.
hopefully by then
(though, i’m not sure when)
i’ll be sane again.