It,s me; I'm the problem.
I'm the dirt under your nails,
the cold water in your shower,
and the reason anything fails.
I'm the alarm clock in the morning,
making noise until you shut me off.
I'm the bitter taste in your coffee,
and the polluted air making you cough.
I'm the red light making you late,
I'm the holes in your shoes,
I'm the stains on your shirt,
and the laundry list of bad news.
I'm the acid in your throat,
I'm just the person in your bed,
and the neverending reminder
that you would rather be dead.
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