Happy Days...

Kay, first thing's first.

Sitting there, a second too long,
Her face turned up in sneer,
I tell myself, to just be strong,
But in my heart, a pounding fear,

They’re not as good as I,
But still, my heart beats faster,
Before my eyes, start to cry,
I stand and run, my life – disaster,

I see the ones they talk about,
Blonde and pretty, so vein,
They get up, they go out,
Like the never ending social train,

Busy, busy, that’s all that they see,
I study and pass; they don’t, and fail,
One day, in a distant dream, I could be,
Successful, brilliant, for them, just a tale

I am strong, I can hold my own,
Only a few more years, I’ll be away,
University, a career, my own woman,
And where will they be, on that day?

So in the end, I know that I will win,
Maybe not yet, But I can wait,
Be strong, hold on, and wait to sing,
And then, I will be there, on that day.


I didn't write it by choice...necessarily.

My shrink made me.

Not like, she forced me at gunpoint, but like, she said, try writing a poem about being happy instead of the one's I usually write...about suicide and stuff.


Fun.


That was pretty much it actually.


I'm in tutor, not got a lot of time...

Again...fun.

I finished my business studies work, did an extra PowerPoint and still had extra time to read!!

I'm so epic!


Meg.