These Days

These Days

A Poem by Alex
"

Don't really know what this is. I was having an odd day to say the least.

"

Sunday
It's Sunday.
Twilight ouside.
Sun dies; Stars rise.
I lie in bed
Under the warm fuzzy blanket
Invisible to the world.
Just another lonely girl.
Tomorrow,
I face the day.
Seize the day?
Nahh.
But for now,
All's okay
As I hide
Inside my mind.

Monday
First day of the week.
My weakest day
By far.
Dawn floods in.
The light is blinding.
Paint on my face.
Picture perfect smile.
My keys jingle
But don't drown out the ringing
In my ears,
Or all my fears.
I brace myself.

Tuesday
La dia dos.
Not as hard as Monday.
Not as easy as Wednsday.
But better,
If only a little.
The apathy sets in.
Takes hold,
Just not yet in control.
I smile my smile.
Fake and plastic.
Can you tell
A smile from a veil?

Wednsday
Halfway there.
Two days down,
Two days left.
High on apathy.
In control of me.
Been trading love for
Indifference.
It suits me just fine.
She suits you just fine.
(Remember when you were mine?)

Thursday
Standing in front of the mirror.
Only as long as necessary.
Otherwise, I become lost
In my imperfections.
Never good enough.
Not even good enough to do
For you.
Turn away,
'Cause I'm awful just to see.
One more day
'Till I'm safe
With my friends.
Or in my room.
Surrounded and Alone.
You know,
You're the only place
That feels like home.

Friday
Early rise.
Late night.
Laughs and a warm heart.
You know you all save me.
But it tears me apart.
I'm so close;
Almost there.
Not yet.
Maybe soon, maybe never.
You can't always get what you want,
But I'm not even getting what I need.
I don't know what I need
To breathe;
To be.

Saturday
It's Saturday night.
I'm home alone,
Again.
Staring at the phone.
Waiting for a call that will
Bring heartache...
Heartbreak.
Nostalgic for disaster,
As Fall Out Boy would say.
But that's okay.
'Cause I'm always
(Just)
Okay.

Sunday
It's Sunday.
Twilight outside.
Sun dies; Stars rise.
The vicious cycle
Starts again.
One day it'll end.
If indeed there is an end
To this infinite circle.

© 2008 Alex


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