Insomniac

Insomniac

By Maya Angelou

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

Road Too Happiness

My home life never really felt like the brady bunch
nor did it have the asperation like my wife and kids
we sure werent as crazy as the simpsons
and we didnt do idiotic things like family guy
but to me it was a place i called home


My mother was unhappy
she struggled and lived her life
as if she was a single parent
even though there was another presence
it didnt make a differance to her
she seemed like she had given up and was
done with the verbal disagreements


I hated the way mom felt
I knew it was wrong
but to let go of my old life
I couldnt do
but watching tears fall from her face
the heartache she indeared everyday
I was being selfish
as her daughter i knew more than anyone
I didnt want that life for her anymore



Instead of our family of four
it quicky turned into a family of three
words couldnt express how my world
felt like it tilted to one side
I knew this was the best
so I as I sat in the passager side
of the car
Welcome To New Jersey
was the sign I saw
let my new journey begin

18 and Over

I changed this year overall because i learned to do whats important , rather than being my old mad and angy self. I do catch attitudes sometimes but its not for a long time.Its only because i get aggravated fast and dont like to be bothered. I also learned than im growing up. Im 18 now so everything i do from this point on now is my choice. I never really had to much responiblity but my senior year was one big slap in the face of grow up. I accepted it and im okay with that, im my own person now. My life , my decisions , my outsome.