Sometimes
Sometimes I want to jump up and yell all the things I’m feeling.
Other days I want to sit in the corner of my room and ponder all the things I have yet to do.
Sometimes, I want to go on a run and leave all my worries behind
Other times I cry in my room, hiding behind a pint of ice cream made for two.
Sometimes, I want to be spontaneous and have a party
Other days I’ll curl up on the floor, feeling like my soul left my body.
Sometimes, I’ll wish I had the courage to let the words pour out of my mouth, that describe just how I think of you.
Other times I’ll mentally slap myself for not holding on to the words that should have stayed inside.
Sometimes, I’ll sit outside and wish to grow up faster
Other times, I’ll hide inside, and wish that tomorrow would never come.
One day, I hope I’ll finally find the median I’ve been searching for.