Escapism
a poem that entails how i struggle with mental health in little ways

i sit with you & you pester me
constantly
i draw and you’re there
you push past the blare of bass when i’m 45 deep into a playlist
you make the hottest showers cold
and there is no permanent solution
you make dreaming feel like work
my nights are riddled with uncomfortable tossing & turning
you make my bones unable to settle
as they rattle
i hear you whisper
“there is no real escape”

*The lowercase letters are a stylistic choice in my writings.