Sometimes

Sometimes, I lose myself. Not in anything spectacular, just simply in life in general. I hate it, I hate being so malleable that I can honestly erase who I am and what I stand for simply because life, love, or anything else becomes too overwhelming. That is where I find myself these days… lost. Lost in stress, school, work, friends, family. Who am I anymore?

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Little Green

That little green book
Containing all my comings
and goings
My responsibilities
and seemingly unlimited tasks
It is my brain
My organizer
My shackle
It keeps me in line
and in prison
Incarcerated by my life
and responsibilities
Sometimes
I hate
That little green book.