Sometimes I think the obligation to be happy
Stops me from being so
Sometimes I think that the work that's meant to teach me
Leaves me aching to know
It just doesn't make sense
Nothing really does
It's all the same, the same, the same
I just need some change
I'm under too much stress
I confess
I've had six breakdowns in the past six days
Is it awful that sobbing is a regular thing
Or is this what growing up means
I'm never sure what to feel or what to think
But I'm even less sure when someone tries to tell me.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
