this cotton jail
are you happy with your designer kitchen did you make me into some animal so that i could pace around in this cotton jail did you want me to scream at you and throw feces at the door and lets not forget about that time you used my toothpaste without asking and i flipped out yes it all seemed too much i am too much i am a crazy gate that swings wildly for no one you dont trespass because i am remote like some scottish isle and now that you have laid me bare i want to turn to desert i want to become ancient and die alone with the whales and the t-rex and maybe then i’ll find that little kitten the once said to me so softly on my chest that i am safe that i am ok