Stains, they’re, all over the places, on these four walls, inside my coffee mug (‘cuz I’d been, drinkin’, too much???), but, theses ones are, manageable, and I’m able to, get rid of them, by scrubbing hard, or by painting them over in beige or white.
Stains, they’re all over the places now, markings that are left, on my god DAMN life, and, I’d become, so totally, desperate, to WIPE them all away, so I can start off all over again, on a clean page, but, no matter how hard I’d scrubbed, those stains that are all over the places, just keep on, returning, coming, right back, and finding that, permanent residence, in my life.
not my photograph…
Stains, why are they still all, following me around, I’d already, erased them, over, over, and over again, and yet, they just all, kept, coming right back, again, and again, more and more, resistant, than the times before…
Stains, why do I still have this problem? Is it, because that I’m not using a strong enough detergent? Is it, because I just, can’t get rid of them that’s become, too frustrating to me? Or, am I just, unable to deal with them, because they reflect me as flawed?
not my picture still…
Stains, they’d become, more than just a nuisance to my life now, and, slowly, they’d plagued me, they were, a carryover from my childhood, and, as I’d become an adult, I’m still quite, troubled by them, I really have NO idea how to clean them all off my life………
Life, the Obstacle Course 