Stuck Like You Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i'm sitting here thinking
my new favorite hobby, apparently
with my legs crossed, my shoes off
and my mind racing incoherently

stretching my back doesn't do it
cracking my knuckles won't work
my foot has fallen asleep
and the needles don't even hurt.

i can hear the angry music
echo through my head
but even though it vibrates
i never hear what they've said

this feeling of total numbness
can be blamed on what you do
you wouldn't let me really feel
so i became stuck like you