Poem.

I Wish I hadn’t stayed up until 3

last night.

I wish that the circles under my

eyes reminiscent of bruises

would go away. I wish that I didn't

like my coffee black, and that it

didn't have to go down with as

bitter of a taste as it did this

morning. In fact, I wish it wasn't

morning at all. To counter all of

that, I wish I didn't have as much

resentment for the little things in

life as I do now. Maybe I shouldn't

make as many 'I' statements. one

could easily see me as selfish,

but for all I know, no one cares

enough to even interpret my

words.