my me entrie

i'm not writing to change the world
don't want to change the world

i'm quite happy just hanging here
hanging around

i don't need to get anything out
i don't force everything out because i need to
i wouldn't explode in psychopath if i just kept it in

nothing i made was "untitled"
until i stopped really making
now all my nothings are "untitled"

i'm not sure what version of me i am now
just a pronoun

i wonder what it's like to be intrinsically
kind of like wrapping your head in cellophane
my head