Darkness

We all have those days. I'm having one. I can recognize it because I've been there before, for a lot more than just a day. My emotions and thoughts are swirling. It's probably a good day to write a poem.

I'm worrying about someone...frustrated with her, but also worrying. Why can't I accept that I will not be able to change her, nor should I.

I'm angry about a couple of things outside of my control. I keep rationalizing with myself and trying to look at them from another perspective. I'm trying to tell myself to let it go.

I hate double standards. I hate it when people make assumptions about me.

I feel a little like I'm not good enough. I climbed out of that hole a long time ago and am trying not to fall back in.

Why am I not included? How do people see me? Why do I feel left out? Am I insecure or what?

I hate it when people think I have it all.

It must all be the post vacation blues.