Stormy Night

T’was one stormy night, when all through the flat

Not a creature was stirring, not even the cat

Raw chicken on the counter, sink full of dishes

Head all riled up, mind full of wishes

Where is he now ? Does he wonder 'about me ?

Why do I care ? Aren’t I thankful to be free ?

I lost all my friends, disapeared like a ghost

A few will stay, the ones who like me most

That sounds silly and it sounds conceited

It’s hard to appear modest, although needed

I said appear for a reason, I feel people are often confused

By what is said to be true and what is actually the truth

I can’t deal with this anymore, but it’s not like there’s anything to do

It’s still raining outside, and my head feels like a zoo.

-em @the_ilybabe 01/04/2023