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Jailbreak
Megha Meghna
2017A5TS1121P
Yesterday, today-it all feels the same,
Everything’s fused into one, bland and mundane.
The devil on my shoulder egging me on,
While I obsess and tell myself that I’m doing everything wrong.
The walls of the room have now become my very good friends,
Which tends to happen when you talk to them for hours and hours on end.
For actual people are out of the question,
What could they possibly say? That it’s not a big deal, it happens to everyone.
It a just a phase- it’ll go away, I want to think of nothing, to shut the voices inside my head,
To just be shallow and stupid- to not care about what someone has or hasn’t said. I’ve been
the same way for so long,
It’s never going to get better, I fear. But I’m not asking for a lot
I just want to get out of here.
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