I am sad today Not because anyone died Not because I received criticism Not because I broke my television Nothing like that
I am sad because my alarm did not go off on time And I am sad that the lady at the bagel store Did not put enough cream cheese on my bagel I am sad because I could not find the right words And because I smeared my pen on the page
It is always the small things Because they slip between the cracks of the walls That I had spent so long building Walls that I built to keep back the things That make me sad in the first place
So when you asked why I was sad and I refused to tell you why, it was because I was afraid you would think I was weak for letting insignificant things bring me down.