FORM: Free verse poem; Content: Observations
Nowadays I'm just full of everything.
When people ask me how I am, I just shrug.
I don't know.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad
There are too many little ups, and too many big downs.
Too many bad things in a day
too many worries
too many things to stress about.
I forget them. I want to forget them.
It's hard NOT to be hurt, especially when you feel it physically
Harder if you feel it emotionally
Hardest if you feel nothing. Indifference.
If sadness is a part of life,
What will cure it?
Happiness?
It's just a drug that doesn't last forever.
experimenting with free verse and the right to express