stuck

I'm great now, just fine
here in my own little world
I don't want to move,
I don't wish to speak
I don't want to sleep or to eat.

I don't want to work,
for I know that I can't;
I'm useless here,
In my own little world.
maybe I'll just curl up and die.

you are but a speck
on the edge of my perception
I don't want to hear you,
I don't think I see you,
I'm trapped here,
in my own little world.


written by michael t. smith



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