Sick of Being Sad

I am so sick of being sad

And for all of my pain,
it helped him find happiness.

and I’m still crying
at the most inconvenient moments.

I wish I could just tell you
so I wouldn’t feel compelled to rely on this fucking town

and find out

that everyone knew before I did.

And feel even further pathetic.

Some people are savvy.
They know that two weeks means nothing
in the scheme of grieving.

They’re expecting the tears to roll out.
They want you to want them to be your shoulder.
Like they’ve done you some great service.

and again I feel weak.
and people are pitying me.

But if it only distracts me from being strong and independent,
then I don’t want it.

Everyone can just ignore me.


About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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