There are bugs in my head.
They scurry around in the squalor.
Ochre- green pests can be squashed dead.
Yet, Bitter thoughts fight with valour.
Perhaps the bug is a binary error,
The kind mum fixes on transcontinental databases ,
Maybe that’s why her embrace,
makes the thoughts so scarce.
Maybe the bug is a glitch ?
The ones between the pixels ,
Of dusty old games
At the bottom of my drawer.
I’ll just sit tight.
Knees against my chest.
As my brother resets the game,
to vanquish the glitch.
Sometimes it’s time for a game over.
cause melancholy is OP as shit.
OP = overpowered
(Pic- drawn by me)