Too much

My situation is ridiculous. Roommates. Marriage. Kids. Craziness.

I'm sharing a bed with four people. I'm like Charlie and the chocolate factory.

My smiles per hour are slowing down. My roommate just walked in at 3:47am. He's way behind in rent.

These are probably thoughts meant for private, oh well. Should I write a poem? I've gone a little off the reservation.

Morning has come

And my feelings the same

Numb to the touch

Of my outer view game

Fools have a walk

That I might have taken

To bring to the surface

And fully awaken

The monsters inside

That I've ran from at night

But it's dreams that won't stop

The harder the fight

Cut from a cloth

That's truly it's own

Connect to the thought

That we're not just alone

I reached out my hand

The world did speak

My craziness gone

My inherited meek