TrenchCoat

Having an addictive personality used to be a trait of mine, that I politely excused away. Until I started attracting other mentally imbalanced minds, that mimicked my mania. Which is why I need God to send me mirrors of myself…to this day. If I didn’t see how I look, draped down in guttersnipe garments…I’d never change. This past weekend, I must’ve been out in this fit. Because I was on the receiving end of unwanted attention…from someone who keeps trying to get mine. Even though I’ve never…ever…given any indication that feelings are mutual. I spazzed. The law got involved. And now I’m trying to figure out how covering myself head to toe in ignorance…can still be equated to interest. “Whew chile, the…”.