A friend said something. I got upset. That emotion turned its focus on me and these frustrated words of self-hatred resulted. Thought it’d be the appropriate poem for this week as the rotation I’m in is notorious for the dietitians beating down all your self worth and making you feel like you are the scum of the earth. Let’s hope not. I do a great job of that by myself.
March 22, 2019
Can I be Someone Else, Please?
Fuck!
I suck!
It’s not just a rut;
I am shut.
Shut, shot, shoot!
Wish I could give myself the boot!
All that I am loot
And live not giving a hoot!
Breathe.
Don’t seethe.
All I need
is to be someone else…
Geeze!
I’m such a tease!
Not even honestly I can sneeze.
Please!
Rid me of me: my disease.
My Dragonfly Life 