Not Mine


I wake up in a bed, that is not mine.
My head lays on a pillow, that is not mine.
My body is in between blankets and sheets, that are not mine.
I sit on couches and chairs, that are not mine.
I eat off of plates with utensils, that are not mine.
I dress in clothes from a suitcase on a floor, that is not mine.
I brush my teeth and do my makeup in front of a mirror, that is not mine.
I ride in a car, that is not mine.
I go to a job that does not feel like my own.
I miss a man, that is not mine.
I shower in a bathroom, that is not mine.
I lay in a bed, that is not mine.

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