Hiding In My Hoodie Today

I woke up all forlorn and hollow inside of me oh yes, I was pretty darn melancholy all funky blue and my glass was totally empty and I just wanted to curl up into nothingness . . . oh, why does my hair have to be bone straight disgusted, my eyes stare back at me from the mirror blankly, saying maybe cut it (my hair that is) get some curls and volume but wait, I cannot do that my wave of long hair 'cause it is my spiritual strength, okay I want to kiss the person who invented hoodies, and this wooden excuse for a girl is planning on hiding in one with this river of hair and the hoodie I should be invisible to all and any conversation will be futile and a waste of your time oh, that's just GREAT dance class at 10- odd, I feel quite alive now . . . _________________________ February 26, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/Hiding In My Hoodie Copyright Protected, ID 18-1098-195-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Late 2018 Standard sponsor, Brian Strand First Place