When life gives you lemons, make a lemon tart
Put your soul into it and devise a new art
Always thought I was brave, I was smart
Now it feels like I'm back to the start
Now the anxiety, it comes in big waves
The pity, the anger, the blame that I crave
To my heart and emotions, I am but a slave
Tail 'tween my legs when I misbehave
Whose love it is that I seek?
When I'm senseless, drooling and weak
Last night I was there, on the peak
Now I'm a nobody, a freak, a geek
A sad ol' person who can barely speak
A mouse that spits a barely audible squeak
I squeeze sour lemons into my eyes
To eradicate all the parts of me I despise
The squabbles, the indecency, the lies
My heart rate soaring up to the skies
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone
But what if I am the fool, alone?
The thoughts in my head, a dull drone
Talking to myself on the phone
Life gave me lemons and I ate them whole
Now I'm paying the price with my soul
An anxious wreck, shipwreck, on the tide
I guess it's time to swallow my pride
I love this poem, Olga. I can identify with this anxiety. Thank you so much for sharing!
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