lousy and tired
in a quandry
in between being seriously sick and in e pink of health
hovering between being fastidious and wrecking havoc
of breathless breaths, spiral stairs and clumsy bears
when e force is a push and not a pull
when i m e one deciding how i shd live my life
what do i hv 2 do 2 convince you tt i m sick?
go around with a sad moppy face?
why do i even hv 2 convince you?
think what you want
i dun care
(or do i?)

all i want to do now is to
sleep