One day
I came home from work
I looked at all the dishes in the sink (again)
I looked at how messy my house was (again)
I thought about how I had to work tomorrow (again)
I thought about how we will all die someday
and I sat
laughing hysterically
on the kitchen floor
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.