im not having the best of days
the universe is out to get me
I don't know what ive done wrong, there must be
a reason why I feel shackled, in a haze

weights on my shoulder refusing to relieve
seven days of thorough torment
my life is my own enemy, disbursing enjoyment
of such pain, desperate need of a reprieve

I cried today, internally though
my face mimicked, like a duck
calm on the surface
frantic beneath

i think i needed it though
not entirely certain
its time to close this curtain
before  emotions overflow