Papers scattered, I stare up across my room through the window.

Cats and rats running around, howling on top of their lungs.

Listening to Bed of roses by Bon Jovi, I can relate so much.

Thoughts running in my head, feelings I cannot overcome alone.

I'm credulous to the things people say.

Although sometimes the things they say are ludicrous.

I try to insinuate these feelings I carry everyday.

When will I ever learn to be someone so true and obvious?

Probably when the stars die down and when skies turn purple.