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