Roll me over. Roll over me.
How do I write something without complaining? I wouldn't know anymore.
There's a complaint buried inside me. Or is it burrowing?
I feel it leak out into everything I say. Or what I don't say. What I do and what I neglect. Something that I can feel, but that no one can see. (I think)
After a few moment of relative clarity, I'm bored with myself and I stop looking inside.
Do I neglect myself as much as I do everyone else?
If I'm nothing else, I am consistent.
There's a complaint buried inside me. Or is it burrowing?
I feel it leak out into everything I say. Or what I don't say. What I do and what I neglect. Something that I can feel, but that no one can see. (I think)
After a few moment of relative clarity, I'm bored with myself and I stop looking inside.
Do I neglect myself as much as I do everyone else?
If I'm nothing else, I am consistent.