good morning

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.