Mantra

Here I go again
seventh Monday in a row
half asleep half drunk
crashing the hallway walls,
I feel not only stupid
but ashamed
for making this my only escape
since I’m in jail

I’m hearing voices again
one sounds like my own
they’re keep on whispering
the exact same phrase
and I’m starting to believe it
not because it is true
is that no one tells me it’s not

my memory is getting filled
with nothing but replays
different actors
performing the same play
what do they want?
why are they following me?
predictable characters
singing the usual song
my mantra.