Another Day

I sit and wonder,
Wonder why I cry
After I hang up the phone
Is it because I feel so stressed,
Because my painting is due tomorrow,
Or is it because I can not be left alone
And every one is bothering me
So I can not get anything done.
Or is it because he is upset
Because he did not do the right thing
Yet again.
So much drama
I cannot take it
Any longer.
I just wish
I could be left alone
And not bothered.