At Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 17, 2018

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Submitted: July 17, 2018



Sometimes. At night. I want to drive my car off the road. Let go of the wheel and see how well the guardrail holds.

Sometimes. At night. I stay awake for hours, So that I have an excuse to feel exhausted the next day. Giving me a reason to push all my responsibilities and friendships away.

Sometimes. At night. I have a manic spike in energy. Vowing to change every bad habit into good ones. Justifying to myself that I am “trying” to change.

Sometimes. At night. I feel overwhelmed and suffocated by these thoughts. My head trapped inside a plastic bag full of all my doubts and anxieties. And all I can do is struggle and panic as they drink in my precious air.

Then I remember, I have the scissors and I was taught how to use them in kindergarten.

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