My Mentally Disturbed Houseband
Fawning . The word that comes to mind when thinking of the person who guards my every move…whether in the safety of my own bedroom, dining room or living rooms. An idiotic people-pleaser who acts in behalf of an assembly of guests, foreign and local alike; just outside my abode. This is his way of proving to me and himself that I am worthy of the world’s attention, acting like perhaps Phantom to my Prodigy. Whatever good it thinks it is doing; fact is, it is keeping me sick (in pain)...and tired of my existence in my house and in this god-forsaken city. Because anywhere I go or try to rest, it is there, ready to pounce like a gorilla on my back. If people (it caters to) think he is doing me a favor by being my so-called protector and guide, it is in fact doing the opposite of what it's supposed to do. It is a person borne out of poverty, born out of survival and it is doing everything in its deep envy to keep me down, both my spirits and physicality. It will revel in my every pain...