Saber And Snowy's Synthetic Fur Poem by Desiree Whitamore

these clothes that cloak my floor
have watched my every move
this paint that dresses my walls
knows what i need to improve.

the socks in my open dresser drawer
have heard the screams and shouts
and they've covered their ears
when they knew what i was shouting about.

and these tears have been inside me
and they know why my heart beats.
they've seen my mirrored image
as they streak quickly down my cheeks.

my blanket comforts me
like a good comforter should.
but i wonder if it gets tired
and would wash off tearsif it could.

this white tiger and monkey
have hugged me for ten years
and they know why i turn to their synthetic fur
to catch my falling tears.

but i wonder if i started over
i'd still be the same.
and maybe this clutter is just reminding me
of how things can't ever really change.