Who Cares?
*A Poem by T.L. Gray
Restful body stirs just before the morning bells.
Eyes open. Stretching. Reaching for the last tendril of the last dream.
Musing. Contemplation. Wondering why I exist, why I continue to breathe. Who cares?
Body moves in motion, burning calories, fat, and stress.
Heart beats. Sweating. Pushing myself toward the next healthy goal.
Thinking. Planning. Wondering why I push so hard, why bother. Who cares?
Fingers fly across the keys, examining, researching as I stay busy.
Mind races. Working. Fulfilling the requirements to take care of myself.
Living. Paying Bills. Wondering why I struggle, why I can’t get ahead. Who cares?
Smelling the wonderful aroma, mixing the ingredients together.
Mouth waters. Smelling. Enjoying the tastes of my creations.
Cooking. Eating. Wondering why I sit alone, why the empty table. Who cares?
Tapping the buttons, playing the character on the screen.
Mind occupied. Distracting. Losing myself into another world.
Gaming. Playing. Wondering how long I can disappear. Who cares?
Pulling the covers over my head, as I snuggle up to my pillows.
Heart broken. Crying. Wishing I could just disappear.
Dreaming. Not Sleeping. Wondering why I’m unlovable. Who cares?
Repeat.
Restful body stirs just before the morning bells.
Eyes open. Stretching. Reaching for the last tendril of the last dream.
Musing. Contemplation. Wondering why I exist, why I continue to breathe. Who cares?
Body moves in motion, burning calories, fat, and stress.
Heart beats. Sweating. Pushing myself toward the next healthy goal.
Thinking. Planning. Wondering why I push so hard, why bother. Who cares?
Fingers fly across the keys, examining, researching as I stay busy.
Mind races. Working. Fulfilling the requirements to take care of myself.
Living. Paying Bills. Wondering why I struggle, why I can’t get ahead. Who cares?
Smelling the wonderful aroma, mixing the ingredients together.
Mouth waters. Smelling. Enjoying the tastes of my creations.
Cooking. Eating. Wondering why I sit alone, why the empty table. Who cares?
Tapping the buttons, playing the character on the screen.
Mind occupied. Distracting. Losing myself into another world.
Gaming. Playing. Wondering how long I can disappear. Who cares?
Pulling the covers over my head, as I snuggle up to my pillows.
Heart broken. Crying. Wishing I could just disappear.
Dreaming. Not Sleeping. Wondering why I’m unlovable. Who cares?
Repeat.
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Mike
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Mar 27, 2015 08:32AM
Nobody likes a cry baby. The easiest way to get people to like you is to get out, meet people, smile and laugh with them. Everybody is attracted to someone who seems happy.
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