Don't Read Into It #0: A poem I wrote before I found the joy that is me

I can’t sleep any longer

And I've learned all the new skills

that I wanted to learn

I have no new skills

My "massager"?

The one I bought off am@z0n for $19.99

is dead. I killed him

I thought he had what I wanted

But there’s nothing left

Not in my bed

Or between these two walls

Or between these 4 walls

I’ve done the introvert’s dance

of solitude

Now my feet are tired

And I don’t want to be me anymore

Poets Note: I do not shop with Amazon.