Bugs


I share my bed with bugs,
Not the crawly type,
But the ones in my head.

I share my room with bugs,
Not the jumping type,
But the ones in my head.

I share my house with bugs,
Not the blood sucking type,
But the ones in my head.

I share my body with bugs,
Not the laying eggs type,
But the ones in my head.

The bugs in my head infest.
They make it hard for me to digest my own beliefs.
I am the brain bug nest.
Will I ever feel relief?

I share my life with bugs,
Not the Kafka type
The ones my own insecurities put inside my head.

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