Go Inside

Go inside. I do, I always do. I’m tired so I need to go home. Go inside. That’s what they always say. Even when I’ve been home for hours. Sometimes, I’m standing in front of the clock on the microwave in a trance. Go inside. I forget where I am sometimes. I get confused sometimes. The voices keep me focused. When I’m inside they want me to go inside. Even after I locked the door and locked the house down. I think I was running from someone. I locked the door, so it’s ok, I can sleep now. Go inside… I went inside. I stayed inside.