Monday, November 30, 2015

Rented Room

It's the unnecessary of it all
That keeps me up at night,
Thinking oh how big the world seemed at sixteen,
And how excited I was of it all.
The continued bursts of unwelcomed sounds are what make me cry,
Cry at how everything I had hoped to accomplish
Now seems so unattainable.
And all I can think of is, if this is how my mother felt
When she gave up her dreams to be a nurse, to be an unplanned mother?
Twenty-six is quickly turning into thirty.
And my roommates always seem to be their loudest
When I am trying to sleep.
Fuck.