I wake up groggily from my slumber and, bed head intact, forge my way towards the bathroom. I step in and my toothbrush stares me in the face, I pick it up and motor through my daily oral hygiene. I begin to undress and my toothbrush gives me a nasty look,
Before I leave you guys to read my poem, here's little backstory...
When i'm sad, I always always imagine a storm cloud on my head, this storm slowly spreads through my mood, and I feel like every time I speak to someone when i'm sad, i'm giving a bit of my storm to them, so most of the time I avoid speaking. As you are reading, you will notice that every line starts with the word that the previous line ends with, this is done to show that sadness slowly builds up on everything that one feels and it creates a chain reaction. This pattern is broken towards the end to show that I have decided to fight back. Hope you enjoy reading!
Sometimes I don't really listen or care. Sometimes I'm so rude that I even surprise myself. I could say that I'm only human but that's like saying my dog ate my homework,