on those days

8 2 1
                                    

 —

some days i wake up with a strange feeling

like a bundle of sad, angry, and empty all at once

everything becomes aggravating, nothing modivating

i feel lonelier on those days

because everybody makes me mad

everybody makes me sad

i find myself staring at my empty phone

no notifications, texts or calls 

there never is

"it's not like i care anyway"

a creeping anger shoots in my head

i want it to stop

i want everything to stop

i want it to move somewhere i can't see.


nobody talks to me anymore

so they must not care

"not that i care, either"

but my anger is just a facade

i know i do care

i care too much

i care so much that i want to just block out everyone i know

i want to find a way to make them care too

but deep down i know i'll never gather up the courage

to ever make any change.

 —

'identity'- poetryWhere stories live. Discover now