Second Hand Diary

A Poem by Simon Welsh

Dear diary...

Waking up this early afternoon
I got nothing to say and nothing to do
Everyone is irritating me but what can I say?
I still wish I smoked so I could kill five minutes
but hey, what difference would it make?
I'll still be bored as Hell listening to you

Play that broken record
you have done for quite some time
I wish I could blow up the outside world
so I wouldn't hear your f*****g complaints again

This morning I dealt with sleep paralysis
I still have the skinned knees to prove it
and I got no sympathy though I expected none
But it's annoying me so much
all the little things you take for granted
seem to be the bane in my f*****g life

Poets, artists, photographers
No matter how much beauty we convey
we're still ugly on the outside

Some poor soul is complaining of being single
though she'll turn down anyone with a heart to lend
I find it so funny, it's actually depressing
If I try I will only fail but I do so anyway
maybe I'm a glutton for self punishment
but least this time you have a front row seat

© 2013 Simon Welsh

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Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

:( Such a mournful piece. I'm not sure exactly how to feel about it, really. On one hand I get the rant, I feel the nature of what you are saying to the core of me. I get sick and tired of being sick and tired sometimes; and I too get overwhelmed by hearing the complaints of others, which I seem to get a lot because I am a good, quiet and respectful listener (when a lot of the time I want to scream, "can you f'ing hear yourself right now"!)

I'm not sure about the lines:
Poets, artists, photographers
No matter how much beauty we convey
we're still ugly on the outside

I guess I don't quite understand this part, though I feel it is personal to you in terms of what you were feeling when you wrote it. Overall, I like the flow, the tempo is good, and I did enjoy the read.