She’s mad at me
The other day had a fight, didn’t introduce me to her Egyptian friends
Asked why, took offense I guess
It’s petty, right?
Still I’m bothered.
Wish you knew how I’m feeling
Finally finished that short story, the one I’ve been so ecstatic about
The one that might make it to that anthology, finally expose the twisted writer to the world
About to submit it (wish me luck)
Wanted her to proofread, it would mean the world to me
Two of the most important people in my world reading it, my sister already did
Her grammar so prolific, her recommendation would be welcome
Has luck too.
And my graduation is coming this December, still have so much to sort out
Hardly sleep, thinking what might happen tomorrow
So much at stake, can’t give up
No room for failure either, that’s what you get when you live in my world
Fall asleep in public buses, wake up past my destination
So scared. I’m so scared.
**That one above, has to be me**