Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a relationship since adolescence
Maybe it’s because I haven’t held a job
Maybe it’s because I haven’t found my ‘way’
or that I’m almost thirty and jobless and single and living with the parents
Maybe it’s because I’m losing all my friends
because I get mad at them for being themselves
as I am with everyone I care about
Maybe it’s because I can’t sleep
and the negative thoughts have nothing to hold them back but silence and darkness
Maybe it’s because I smoke too much weed
or watch too much porn
or stay up too late
or sleep in too long
Or maybe it’s because of the trauma as a kid
Maybe it’s because I went left instead of right that one day in pre-school
Or that one day at Christmas
Maybe it’s because death seems adventurous
or solitude is more colourful
Maybe it’s because of all of this
that I am the way I am
Feel the way I feel
Or maybe
It’s the other way around


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