Sorry I didn't invite you.
You know how I like being the center of attention.
My resolve seems to be crumbling.
That tough exterior, slightly worn.
It's incomprehensible to me.
I am not equipped.
No, no ... Don't tell me I'm wrong.
Years ago I would have agreed ...
Taken this in stride.
Today, I sit and cry.
Silly, isn't it?
With no real reason,
I'm scared.
This was to be my year!
The beginning of a new decade.
Who knows? It very well might be.
But today that old song plays in my head and ...
"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to."
Oh, if this were just some silly heartbreak,
love gone wrong kinda day.
Now that I could get a handle on.
But this possiblity came from out of the blue.
Snuck up from behind.
I just can't grasp it yet.
But I will.
That's who I am.
Today, I'm having a pity party.
No theme required.
No rationale needed.
When the song is over,
I will clean up the dirty glasses.
Empty the ashtrays.
Toss out the garbage ...
and be my Self again.
GlassPoet ~ 2001~
Pity parties can be very cathartic.