“today” was simply a day

yesterday

i hardly slept that 9 hours and 13 minutes

my alarm predicted

i tossed and turned the night

prior

my lamp was too bright and the dark was too blindingly empty

my imagination drew on the night

my eyes stayed open because my mouth wouldn’t close

the song was too good to let it be sung alone

music helps me sleep

 

my mental notifications weren’t absorbed when i tried to smother them

into my pillow

 

my day was so full of merely just existing

no reply

would have been a better answer

my day was just as blank as her face

every morning

it was as dull as her face when i asked

if she was okay

 

i can’t keep my mind cognisant

my core classes spit words into tongues

textbooks and worksheets are tedious

i turn color blind

 

Newspapers without gossip is just as boring

as watching a muted shopping channel waiting to see

your psychiatrist

i’m waiting to see mine

i need to ask her

questions about my intellectual capacity

somehow i feel like math

science and history

teachers are my dentists purposely giving me cavities

shoving more down my throat before i have time

to swallow

 

i shake my head

in my head

oops

it’s out of place

i’m upside down and it’s opposite day

i scream

but it comes out

as “today was a good day”

i frown but all you see is my lips

turned up and my teeth

bared