Got to be depressed in order to do my best, <br />on my way down, stuck between nowhere <br />and nothing, not hitting rock bottom and the <br />documents make me shudder; cannot gather <br />my wits, press them into the boring aperture <br />offered by translating the words of another, <br />don’t want to go to bed because time will pass <br />so much faster and I’m scared of Monday <br /> <br />It is imperative to finish work projects but every <br />time I look at them I feel like running away, how <br />to overcome this psychological block, sitting up <br />tonight waiting to become depressed enough to <br />tackle reams of meaningless words, the contrast <br />between my sedentary life and the exciting, chal- <br />lenging life of my sis makes me feel so strange - <br />why is it so difficult to be myself?<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/makes-me-feel-so-strange/
