Just Another SundayMature

Everyone seems to have it planned out
I'm just making it up as I go along
My life isn't what I make of it
Get a job and fall in love
I'm unemployed and single
Maybe I messed up somewhere

I'm not against tradition
I just do things differently
I may be poor in sprirt
but I am rich in envy

I wake up late in my clothes
As the bills pile up on my doormat
Something has to change
I dial your number in haste
But all I recieve is the voicemail
It's another week I've wasted

I'm not angry at everyone
I'm just angry at myself
I chain-smoke to kill the hours
Fuck my health

The End

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