Sometimes,
I don't understand.
Sometimes,
I sit there thinking
with a squished grimace,
asking myself
Why?
Eyebrows raised upwards,
creating an arrow pointing to the sky...
Looking perhaps to the lightbulb
above my head
that forgets to light up.
Sometimes,
I'd rather break than bend.
And sometimes,
I try it. I try to break with almost all of my might;
to convince myself to crumble.
But there's a piece of
Something that holds me back,
so here I am...
waiting for Something to show up,
waiting for Sometimes to forget the way to my house.
