Yet again here I find myself, once again adrift.

I need new, not old, l need to shift.

Right back into old habits I go, almost sad isn't it?

I purposley go to things I see unfit.

They say everything happens for a reason, for why you're back, I'm not sure.

I should know it's no good how my hairs stand up like a cats fur.

Entirely and utterly perturbed I hate how You make me uncomfortable in my own skin.

Go away, shape shifter, upsetting,

The gross taste you leave in my mouth, bitter.

G0 away.