Unresponsive to external stimuli

Coated with non-stick but they still want to touch me
did I not say I was sick?
go away
don’t let the light in to disturb what
the night has in store.

Morning fucks it up for me,
with the birds singing while
I’m clinging on to my sanity.

I touch type
too much hype
to do it in
the daylight.

possibly, but
the scars tell
it differently.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.