I wake up to my blaring alarm
Screaming, and yelling to a beat
I look in the mirror, face without charm
I get out of my bed and onto my feet
I try to steady myself, but I hit a door
I try not to stub my foot on the floor
I open the closet, eyes like a bat’s,
I grope for the railing that’s
Never where it was in the past
I take the stairs and finally reach the last
I tread across the carpet as if I was drunk
I enter the bathroom, I shed off my underpants
I forget the sliding door, head first with a clunk
I enter into the shower, and try to keep my stance
I turn on the water and it splatters my face
I start to awake
As a thick steam fills the place
I run up the stairs, awakened by such a cold
so different from the warmth in the shower
I keep a tight grip on my towel so it won’t unfold
Covered so little I shake and I cower
I reenter my room, throw on some clothes
Put on some socks to cover my toes
I put on long pants, and a heavy sweater
Because of the chilly weather
I sit on my bed, and wait. For what?
I don’t know, I begin to strut.
Then I await the bus, mind empty and at ease
Except for hoping that my hair wont freeze
I awake like this everyday
And I would never have it any other way.
