I wish I could slow down, take a break.
I thought it would be different at the lake.
But my mind just does not stop,
My brain is full, about to pop.
What was it I forgot to do,
I’m sorry if I yelled at you.
Straighten the rug please,
Hurry before someone sees.
Who cares if it’s not straight,
Hurry before it’s to late,
I hate that I am manic,
But it isn’t going to make me panic.
Don’t worry it’s not my first episode,
It ‘ll be better after I explode.
Just pray you aren’t the one in my path,
Or likely it will be you that catches my wrath
I am nice as most of you see,
But it’s not all fun to be me.
I struggle to keep my head straight,
Sometimes feeling I never left the gate.
Now my brain isn’t so wired,
In matter of fact I am quite tired.
I’ll pray for tomorrow to be a better day,
So off to bed I am on my way.
Jill L. Ware