This year?

The direction say, "A Year in Review"

But how did a year pass so fast?

I look back, to try and remember

What happened in this year past.

 

First comes to mind, the bad:

Elections, Trump, killings

Shootings, and depression

among other things.

 

It takes longer to remember things better,

TV shows

something else

maybe?

 

Push aside the bad

try to remember the fun for the year

played volleyball

and went to Europe.

 

Times so happy don't seem to fit

with a year

so bad in review.

 

A year spent bleeding

from arms cut up

then putting on a smile

(and a long sleeve shirt)

to go to work

and school

and sports

 

is the only way

to describe the year.

 

Painful and dull

with a few reason to smile

few and far apart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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