when im having a bad day, the littles things can set me off. for example, a staple in the wrong place. an uneven row of desks. chipping nail polish on someone elses nails. literally, someone could hesitate in a sentance and i would have a panic attack.
these little things all add up, and i get so overwhelmed. its like homework: two pages of math is manageable, and separately a packet of english is okay. but once you add those together, along with a presentation, an essay, and a few more pages in science, it all adds up to seven hours spent doing school work.
a singular fly buzzing mutely around the room adds onto people not blinking in unison adds to an untied shoelace adds to a pencil unaligned to the right upper hand corner of a desk. all of these things add up like numbers in a math equation and give me a panicked answer with sweaty palms and trembling lungs as my eyes scan the classroom to find something each colour of the rainbow, only to find everything is plain in black and white.
except for that goddamn fly.
YOU ARE READING
this little fight
Poetryi paint my eyes with words and my mind with thoughts. a collection of slam poems.
