Problems

I ran away from my problems and they came with
Like psychological stowaways nesting in my cerebral folds
Coming up for air during a presentation
On a harrowing drive late at night
In that stage between waking and sleeping
I ran away from my problems and they followed me
I didn’t know
They moved in across the street
They come over when I’m with a man
When I’m alone
When everything’s going fine
When everything’s gone to shit
There they are waving in the background
Reminding me
I’ll never be okay
I’ll always be the same

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