cheap nail polish and purple bottled perfume,
knock off sweaters, earrings, and handbags too,
all bought just to fill a room.
nobody likes a quiet mind,
so I’ll keep mine busy.
maybe if I fill it up,
people won’t know that I’m empty.
they say money doesn’t buy happiness,
but no one says I should be happy with nothingness.
I think they just don’t get it,
or they rather forget it.
drugstore moscato in a coffee cup,
faux leather to make me look tough,
all in a room I could never fill enough.