A Short Poem About Being A Little Sad

Mama, I’m scared and something is coming.

I think life isn’t fair, but is that so uncommon?

Am I the only person thinking these thoughts?

Running mental drills and learning the untaught?

I’m nervous and scared and I can’t think to run.

I’ve made a wrong deal that can’t be undone.

I’ve cheated my mother and disappointed my dad.

I’ve angered my family and made my friends sad.

I can pickle victory, brew death,

Write unwritten and most of the rest,

But I’ve done something wrong in something important.

I’ve forgotten what, but that something is something of a long-dead romance.

I’m so sorry friends if you’re angry at me,

If I have any friends, I think I mean.