Attack of the Hoverers

You believe
I'm doing something wrong
as you hover...
...hover...
...HOVER...
all of the time.

Leave me alone,
You conscience tyrants,
Who invade my mind
and my room
in search of
something to
satisfy your need
to not trust me.

You make me
believe I am
doing something wrong
when my motives
are nowhere near
that of your imagination.

Go away.

I don't need your sympathy.

hoverers

I know what you mean. They can be like a cloud hanging over you that won't go away...

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