Touché

The garbage disposal decided to regurgitate all the crap we didn't want
It puked it all up and left it there, a metaphor that I didn't expect, but I had been looking for it
All that waste I chose to dispose of, all those things I wished not to think of anymore came back violently and grotesquely
So much for that maniacal brimming self-confidence
So much for that infallible inner strength
Some person I turned out to be
I just want to sleep, tomorrow will be better
It always is, right?
I am so tired.