I’m sitting at my table
Reading a book
But there are dogs in my backyard.
They’re loud and furious
And I can’t quite read
They sit on the doormat
Waiting for me to leave.
I try to focus
But the words are harder to comprehend
They mix between the loud noises
And the voices in my head.
The words are now just symbols
Meant to mean something
But how can I understand anything,
If I keep hearing this barking?
They broke my door
And I broke, too
I raise my voice
As they get closer to my room
I don’t know how to read,
I don’t know how to move.
They rip my carpet.
My book, too.
I don’t want to live
with these dogs in my room.
