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Waiting
Why am I always waiting? At least it feels that way to me.
Waiting for the next thing to happen;never happy to just be.
Waiting for a Thursday-my one evening out each week
Or waiting for a Friday to recharge my batteries, so to speak.
Waiting for the summer,when life feels better anyway,
Days out with the family, maybe even a holiday.
Even at night in my subconscious, when everyone is sleeping,
I'm waiting for the alarm to go off,with that really annoying beeping!
Oh,and one last thing I'm waiting for is for people to stop messing with me
Because I'm alright with no contact,so please just leave me be.
Each time you message then block, I can never have my say,
So adding it to this poem seems to be the only way!
Waiting for the next thing to happen;never happy to just be.
Waiting for a Thursday-my one evening out each week
Or waiting for a Friday to recharge my batteries, so to speak.
Waiting for the summer,when life feels better anyway,
Days out with the family, maybe even a holiday.
Even at night in my subconscious, when everyone is sleeping,
I'm waiting for the alarm to go off,with that really annoying beeping!
Oh,and one last thing I'm waiting for is for people to stop messing with me
Because I'm alright with no contact,so please just leave me be.
Each time you message then block, I can never have my say,
So adding it to this poem seems to be the only way!
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