Coming Home Today

I’m okay now but I won’t be later
I don’t know what’s making me feel
This way, what’s upsetting me and
Why I am so unhappy. It’s like
I can never be satisfied and
I’m always looking for my next
Disaster. Would I be any better
Off if I was more in control?
Doubtful, there’s something about me
That’s attracted to misery, my own
And all that I stumble across.

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i'd say you show great control in penning this peice, 

in many ways, 

believe in yourself and reread what you have posted.

words are all we have sometimes,

so thankful that there are many, many we have to express.