Why can’t I explain how I feel
I am so bloody bored it’s not real.
I should of gone to the gym
But there was a parcel arriving so I had to stay in!
I asked the neighbours if they were going out first thing
Unfortunately they were so I had to miss the gym.
I hoped the delivery might come early enough for me to have a walk
But it is three fifteen , no show another hour up to chalk.
Time is dragging on, leaving a streaky trail, the light is beginning to fade
I want a walk but it is really time for dinner to be made!
Aha! at last the doorbell rings the parcel is at last here.
Shall I make dinner or go for a walk, my head to clear.
Why am I in such a grumpy mood
Even when nice thing happen my fears intrude.
The parcel was a present to me
But it had trapped me in and I feel weird you see.
Right my life is just up to me and I must sort it out
First I need a walk because my head is busting and I need to shout.
Then when I return I shall have to cook the meal
Put on some makeup take a pill, practice my smile and lie about how I feel.
We all know this feeling , I am not alone, so, get on and get real.
