Wednesday (Mercredi) March 30, 2016
(Note Mercredi is French for Wednesday)
Good Morning All. Yesterday I was
searching for apartments. It is frustrating, depressing, difficult and
upsetting at times. It makes me stressed out. I only have literally one month
left to find a new place. Been writing some poems because of my frustrations. Will blog more later.
Okay I just have to get some feelings out in the open. Whenever I talk to my parents these days especially to my mom I get frustrated and angry with her. I get to the point where I don't want to talk to her for weeks at a time and just want to break off contact entirely with her. I find her to be too critical. I just seriously don't want her to be in my life anymore.
Poem 1: No Title
(Note – I am thinking of calling this poem 4 In The Morning)
Its
four in the morning
It’s
dark outside
And
I am rising early
Before
everyone else
Ready
to push myself
And
go running
While
delivering papers.
a
girls gotta do
what
a girls gotta do
to
become a champion
dressed
in a rain jacket and rain pants
feet
flying along the pavement
music
blaring from my cellphone
papers
flung onto lawns
deer
being startled
rabbits
quick as can be hopping across lawns.
A
girls gotta do
what
a girls gotta do
to
become a champion
Its
four in the morning
It’s
dark outside
And
I am rising early
Before
everyone else
Ready
to push myself
And
become a champion
A
girls gotta do
what
a girls gotta do
to
become a champion
Poem 2: Tears
Can’t
stop the tears
From
falling down my face
Feeling
stressed out
Feeling
depressed
Feeling
all alone
Feeling
like the worlds against me
Can’t
stop the tears
From
falling down my face
All
I want to do
Is
crawl under blankets and hide
Wanting
to disappear
And
vanish into thin air
Can’t
stop the tears
From
falling down my face
My
spirits are low
It’s
hard to stay positive
It’s
hard to put on a brave outlook
It’s
hard to be optimistic and smile
And
pretend that everything is okay
Can’t
stop the tears
From
falling down my face
I
am told to have faith and hope
But
I ain’t got no faith and hope
I
am told to pray to God by Mormons,
who
think they have all the answers
But
I ain’t got no time to pray to God
Or
listen to Mormons talk about rubbish
Can’t
stop the tears
From
falling down my face