I feel boxed in. Angsty, anxious, annoyed, beaten down, hopeless, upset.
I'm already tired of my summer vacation. I want to go back to my routine, I want to stop dealing with extended family. I want to punch the keys on a piano, and pluck the strings on my guitar. Amazing, but true.
I miss home.
Earlier today, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I had to stop and look closer. I didn't really feel like myself today. I haven't been the zany, outgoing, slightly obnoxious teen that I usually am.
But who knows, maybe a goodnight's sleep will make me feel better.
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ReplyDeletereach our and get tickled by friends is a way to relax, you did an outstanding job by linking in to poetry potluck....
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I encourage you to link in 3 poems, them more you share, the happier we are...
Thanks for the treats.