Sitting and staring at the wall
More entertaining for me than most
Thinking of who I am and what I'm not
Leaving my unwritten paper to rot
The paintings and pictures covering my walls
Personality scents the paint
But as I sit here, staring at the wall
I don't know who I am
Or what I really like
Or what disturbs me
Or what enthralls me
And that scares me
I know i'm bad when no music pleases me
Then I just sit silence
Alone with my mind
And that is bad
Different ways to die
Memories that make me cry
Ending with a sigh
I shut my computer
Post this post and lay down
Staring at the ceiling
A change of scenery
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