Annie's Shoes

I wake up and eat leftover Thai food

Wearing Annie’s shoes

I can’t feel anything inside me

And so I’m acting cool

I fell asleep with the heat on my back

Soft, contained and small

Sometimes I picture it is Ella

And her weight contains it all

But, every night a part of me feels sad that she’s a dog

She’d stare ahead blankly and wonder why if I should try to call

She’d wonder why my voice were there at all

But, I feel done with being someone

That you think you can talk through

When I sit and think about it

I wonder why I’m here at all

I wonder why I’m hеre at all