These are the Excuses

                                                          These are the Excuses

The street noise is driving me crazy. My back hurts. My neck hurts. I fear paralysis. I fear disability. I have to shit. I have to piss. I'm too old, I'm too young. Can you catch some contradiction? My speech is slurred. I only breathe with my mouth open. 

Otherwise, I don't breathe.

Somebody's talking, and I'm so sure they're saying something stupid. I sit, my hips hurt. I stand, my knees hurt. I walk away trying to escape my pain. But you don't hide in the closet when your clothes are strangling you...

Nobody cared, and I didn't either. I should have fixed my problems back in high school. I just pushed everyone away. You should've embraced me when I did this, should have smothered me, overpowered me. My hard head was stronger.

These are the excuses. I don't make them, I set them aside. For no excuse will defeat me, I just figure out how to deal with it, how to get around it, how to solve it. I smile. Then I get it done.