Misery

  Misery is sitting down alone at night

  and trying to remember how to cry.

  It's when a friend says 'it's them or me'

  It's not when having a very bad day

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  It's when a good day sours.

  And I'm tired of it. So sick and tired.

  So sick of being sick and tired

  Answer elude me; thoughts quagmired,

  Unable to meet the tasks required

  A shock of white within my hair

  Constant reminder of when I cared

  Only for my efforts be lambasted

  These stomach ulcers are each handcrafted.

  Through the weight of failure and the weight of years

  I found at last my stolen tears.