The Me That I Become

Dreading another Friday's arrival Selfish pride begins to rear its not so pretty head That fiercely familiar response engulfs me Stirring pent-up emotions Festering unhealed hurts Reawakening forlorn feelings that had been laid to rest Jealousy swarms my existence Uncontrollable, passive-aggressive thoughts clamor and clang in my head I fight the urge to lash out I am drawn into this unpleasant pattern Being shaped into a version of me that I am not proud of A version of me that is unkind and unladylike Becoming ill-natured and even a little spiteful A Me that begrudges one moving on I don't like the Me that I become on Friday I want her gone March 31, 2021