I am locked in

Although I have locked myself in here

I am contemplating a shower

To fix my hair

I’ve never liked my hair

It’s greasy like cooking oil

I’m hungry

I don’t have a favorite food

I’m like a dustbin I eat everything

“I’m a waste of space”

Someone told me when I was young

I don’t remember who

I’ve blocked out the memories

I’m starting to wonder if it was real

I won’t ever forgive you.