Unclean

Unclean  
He’s unclean  
I hear you say  
Nothing new to me  
Under this dark cloud  
 
Tip toeing  
Amongst the trash  
Unwashed dishes  
Looks so like a landfill  
Inside four walls  
 
Can wash my uniform  
Get my ass to work  
But my hibernating world  
Is far too much  
For me to sort out  
 
Talk to myself  
Never get the answers  
Dancing around the problem  
That creeps up behind me  
Like a dirty little secret  
 
Body on idle  
Behind closed doors  
Motivation is something  
Only seen in videos  
I can no longer play  
 
Little by little  
A bit of me disappears  
Becoming hollow  
Slowly fading out  
So no one notices  
 
I am a stranger  
In my own mind  
The hidden child  
Beaten down by  
All yesterday’s dreams