It's because of the cold.
The cold makes me tired,
Cranky,
Upset,
Edgy,
I wouldn't normally be like this.
It's because I have the cold.
The cold makes me do a lot of things.
It made me wake up late,
It made me almost cry at softball,
It made me cry because I had to clean the kitchen.
It made me get
Angry,
Sad,
Hateful.
At my
Brother,
Father,
Mother,
Self.
It made me want to
Cry
Until
I
Couldn't
Anymore.
The cold makes me do a lot of weird things,
Things I wouldn't normally do.
It makes me
Hate,
Sob,
Forget,
Remember. . .
Yes, remember,
It makes me remember. . .
And realize. . .
And wonder. . .
Wonder when I'm going to stop
Blaming everything
On a cold
Or if,
I'll just always
Find something else
As an excuse
For being upset because of foolish things.
Well, at least,
That's what they say me being upset is
Foolish.
And that's that.
So the question is,
I suppose,
Whether or not
I will blame it all on the cold
That I don't actually think the things
That upset me are foolish.
And that. . .
I don't think
They are speaking
Out of the right
Hole.
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Life As I See It
PoetryI don't know much about life, I'm pretty young and very confused, So I don't have any answers To the questions you no doubt have; I don't know anyone who does. I'm only writing to feel, And only writing because I feel. So read if you feel too, Becau...
