The only part of my day That I look forward to Is when I go to bed And lay there making up scenarios In my head.
I think of comebacks To 8th grade bullies. I think of witty retorts To my mother's snide comments. I think of intelligent things to add To conversations I had months ago.
I think of all the things I was too scared to say.
And in my mind I say them. And pretend how things would be different If only I had the courage to speak.