i work as a cleaner
Kategori: Allmänt
I have an attractive look
It’s my “it’s 4.45 am in the morning and I have to get ready for work” kind of look
With bad breath and my hair looking like an uprooted tree from the last storm that was just passing by
Her name was Lisa by the way
And she had an all consuming fire in her eyes
She took me by storm, shook me up real good and left me to pick up my broken body parts
But you see
That’s what I do for a living
I work as a cleaner
With 6 am starts and a degree for picking other peoples shit up
But no matter how hard I tried I could never manage to clean my own act up
I am stained with all my bad choices
And I will never come clean
No matter how hard I try to rub my skin raw
I will never have anything more to offer anyone
Than redness and a bruised ego from all the times that life
Decided to rub up against me
Scratchy side up
and that shit, ain’t comfortable
I should know
I’ve been there more times than I can count and more times than I like to admit
And maybe that’s why I more often than not find myself standing with my best foot forward
‘Cause I’ve become one of those people who, when the going gets tough
I get going
There are a lot of situations that put me in a fight-or-flight type of modeI
I am more a flight type of person
I’ve never made skin contact with my knuckles
They may be scarred and have a few stories to tell but mostly
They’re cowards
They play dead to avoid unpleasant meetings
Instead, I learned how to give birth to smiles and make them grow
I learned how to laugh in key but out of tone
I learned how to make myself unknown
But I never seemed to figured out the trick to growing up
So I stayed short instead
It feels better to be closer to the ground
So I can stop, drop and roll faster when life decides to put me through hell and back
I know the drill
They teach it to you in school
I just figured they were trying to teach us where our breaking point goes
I never found mine
But I was close to figuring it out last Saturday night
When a chic, decided to stick her stiletto heal through my foot for the 7th time in a row
I can now say that I sympathies with Jesus
and how he must of felt when they nailed him to the cross
But not everybody is worthy of forgiveness
And I’ve had a few bad days
And there are still a few more to come
I can feel it
like the moments before a thunderstorm
where hot meets cold in a dancing duel
so when I turn around to yell at her to stop falling down on purpose
cause there are people struggling to pick themselves up from rock bottom
she just gives me this smile
the type of smile that starts in the corners of her mouth and continues to rise like a sunset
and that does it for me
I go into fight mode this time
I can’t shake this one off
Not when she’s trying to use me as some kind of a support system to keep her in place
Expecting me to keep her from coming apart
While I am still trying to put myself back together again
And this is where I need you to tell me,
When I’ve finished cleaning everybody else’s shit up
Is it finally my turn to mess up?