From the time I wake up in the morning until I go to bed at night it's there, always there.
When I get out of bed it's there.
When I use the bathroom it's there.
When I change clothes it's there.
It's there the entire morning, always there.
It's always reminding me what I am and what I am not.
When I'm brushing my teeeth,
eating a meal,
washing my hands,
playing with my kids,
going on a run,
working on the house or in the garden,
talking with friends,
driving to work,
watching a show,
at the grocery store,
or winding down for the night.
It's there, always there.
Like the oil stain on the driveway,
It's always been there
No amount of scrubbing or tugging makes it go away.
Cause it's there, permanently and inexorably there. Always there
Like the puppy vying for attention,
yelping for love and comfort and play and food.
No amount of love, cuddling, and nourishment satiates it.
Cause it's there, always there.
Oh, that I could free myself from it!
Break free from it's presence,
from it's constant enslavement.
That is my dream, that it's not there, never there.
Cause it shouldn't be there.
