Somebody stole my post-its!
Who could that person be?
To not realize all the suffering
that now I have to beat.
What will I do when the voices come?
How will I stop them?
And what will I do when they won’t come?
How will I prosper?
How am I supposed to deal with anxiety
without making a list?
How am I supposed to live in the present
without my demons appeased?
And what if I never find my post-its.
Will I remember the places I’ve been?
Will I remember the things I’ve done?
Will I remember which friend to call?
Somebody stole my post-its!
I should make a list
of all those who don’t like me
and want to witness my misery.
Oh, wait… here they are!
But I didn’t leave them there.
Somebody moved them.
Somebody tried to steal my post-its!
Who could that person be?
To not realize all the suffering
that I have had to beat.
