Nagging
She said she sang very close to the mike
the haunting melody echoing throughout the room
her words harassing my ears with things
I’ve heard time and time again
telling me I’m not good enough
and how I should get out there and live my life
but instead I’m here
sitting in this room
through which the current chortles an intimate tune
This poem kind of just came out. I borrowed the first and last line from A Way by Rosanna Warren.
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