often I drag myself out of bed
like I am weighed with anchors
made of sorrow and expectations
often I am unreasonably upset
over nothing and everything at once
from scratchy sweaters to school admissions
often I wonder why I fret
over the smallest failures I commit
and over the little quirks that I have
often I'll ponder all that has gone wrong
and wish I could have changed it all
I will wish to not to think these things again
When you sit alone in bed at 2AM, some thoughts are a little too existential, so you'll wish you never thought at all.