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
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