Nothing Is Wrong
You set the tone
This you know
With every moan
You let it show.
Sometimes it’s fair
Or maybe great
Fickle air
Will choose the fate
I can’t be certain
On any day
Behind your curtain
What show will play
So I prefer
Solitude
I need not stir
Because you move
I needn’t wake
When sleep is calling
There’s no debate
Yes, I’m stalling
Procrastination
It’s what I do
Postponed embracing
My feet are glue
There’s a reason
I am myself
Life’s not pleasing
The cards, I’m dealt
So I move slow
Avoiding “pleasure”
For, I know
My trash, your treasure
I hope you go
And socialize
Bring overflow
Of pre made lies
“She’s real sick
Her goldfish passed
Workload, thick”
You know they’ll ask
How rude it sounds
To speak the truth
“She’s overwhelmed
Ran out of juice”
But if, by chance
You understood
This caution dance
Would prove no good
You’d be proud
Of who I am
You’d say aloud
“She’s just a clam
She can’t talk small
Or play pretend
It’s none or all
She doesn’t bend”
Your head held high
You’d move along
No loss of pride
Nothing’s wrong
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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