Tom Wright Poet Couplet

Being Petulant

Being Petulant
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015


My mirror projects the face of an angry man,
One that stress is exhausting as rapidly as it can.

I exist in a place, now believing, I don’t belong,
Each day, is a repeat, of a familiar sad song.

I know it isn’t others but the problem is with me,
I can’t make things the way I’d have them to be.

So in aloneness I gaze hinder just to reminisce,
Until reality returns and pleasant thoughts I dismiss.

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