Surroundings

My surroundings have changed me quite a bit.

Or more like I've adjusted myself into the situation.

Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't

Sometimes I bear it in and hold onto my breathe

Other times I'm ready to explode, ready to pack my bags and leave

But that would just mean, giving up

So instead I stick it out and make it through each day.

Yet, when I have my days of rest, my time alone

I sit back in my chair and my train of thoughts turn into a jumble of things

A million of unhappiness you realize you've done wrong, you've looked at incorrectly

You want to fix it, yet time doesn't rewind for you to do so

So you live with it

And these days are the worst.

Onto the next day you hope and watch your every step trying not to step on any toes

When night comes, you reflect on the day

And hope some how in some way, you've touched someone's life

You've corrected your own wrongs and brushed off the bad influence.

ANd still....there's something missing....