Why is it so confusing?
Why can't I make any sense?
Why are there so many things to remember?
Why am I feeling so tense?
Why can't I fall asleep?
Why won't my mind let it go?
Why can't I find any peace in the silence?
Why won't my tiredness show?
Why am I feeling so angry?
Why do I have to be mad?
Why is it 10:30 and I'm still conscious?
Why did I let it get bad?
Why can't I do things the right way?
Why can't I be organized?
Why do I have a to-do list ten miles long?
Why am I not being chastized?
Why am I writing this poem?
Why am I wasting my time?
I guess when I'm tired and angry
It helps to express it in rhyme.
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
RandomI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
