By Ashley O’Hare
If the Earth is constantly turning,
why do I feel upside down 24/7?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I lose the instructions?
Is life designed to be one large obstruction?
Are we all destined for destruction?
How long will we remain under construction?
I have no answers.
I have no theories.
I have lost interest in the cheery
obnoxiously optimistic facade
that never fit me.
The only thing that remains,
I sourly realize,
is to close my eyes
and simply survive.