"How are you?" They ask.
Well,
I'm extremely stressed,
I have anxiety,
I'm insecure,
I can never be good enough,
I didn't sleep well last night,
My siblings are driving me crazy,
My house is a mess,
I have cramps,
The wifi's down,
I'm not looking forward to doing the dishes when I get home,
And I am very socially awkward
And I don't want to talk to you right now.
"How are you?" They ask.
With a smile, I reply,
"I'm well. How are you?"
YOU ARE READING
Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoésieSome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
