You are my citronella
When my thoughts hover like mosquitoes salivating for a bite
You say, “not today ladies”
You are my natural remedy for a challenging foe...
Myself
Keep smelling sweet with a hint of citrus
My mind depends on it

The bell rings and its time for lunch.
As I approach the doors I need opened, my steps are halted by a list.
ATTN: For a seat at the table bring your own plate, utensils, and food.
Question?
For how long will I starve before I can sit among those near, those those opinions I hold so dear.
When you call me a peer I see its because you think I'm looking at your plate.. At what you have.
Correction, my envy is of my future self not those who's legs and elbows are easily displaced.
But don't worry, its fine, I will return soon enough.
I'll have my degree in hand ready to wipe the crust of unpolished thoughts from my lips
Food in my bag ****** from a ****.
Plate and fork in the next carved from the bones of the opposition.
Don't worry, I will be ready!
Raise your standards and I will meet them.
this is the last time I will be denied access because nothing you do will take away what I've earned.

Hatred
Just like
Happiness
Is self sustaining
Remember that

How do I feel? How do I feel? How do I feel?
I feel like someone who thinks too much and cares too much.
I feel terrible for feeling terrible. I want to feel good.
I feel selfish for standing up for me.
I feel narcissistic writing this because it’s about me.
I feel scared because I don’t know what tomorrow holds. But I do. Tomorrow will be like yesterday and today: Full of worry, apathy and a headache.