Stop consuming my mind! It's unfair that I only take up the smallest corner of your mind for brief moments, while you unpack your things and move into every room of mine.
And that corner I occasionally reside in is most likely hidden away, in a basement or attic, far from the public. A dark secret...even you won't admit to.
So move out!! Go!! Leave my mind alone, because I can't keep thinking about you, when you think so little of me.
Your bread crumbs are not enough...And yet I still chirp away, begging for them, devouring every bit as though they were four course meals.
Someday I'll give up. Someday when I'm strong enough, I'll move you into the attic.
I wonder what part of your mind I'll reside in then.
