Rolling on the Floor Laughing

[nearlyparadise]

The enemy is within
Don’t confuse me with him
Reading a book that started closed
Holding on to what you disposed
Digging in a trashed past
I’m a junkyard of what couldn’t last
Hanging onto what’s never around
You pick me up just to throw me down
A sad clown with a painted smile
A mosaic with a broken tile
Something close but not all right
Almost perfect but not quite