Groundhog Day

Why am I the only one
sick and tired of every single day and person at this place?
We wake up in the same beds with the same mindsets,
look in the mirror and see the same face.
But I'm so tired of all this bullshit.
Every single day is the same.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Over and over and over and over
till I'm so numb I can't sleep.

I'm so sick of living in the past.
Reliving teenage memories is getting old.
And this bitter cold New England winter got the best of me again
and I can't figure out if I hate myself or just the fucking cold.
I don't know.
I don't know.

I'm finally seeing how I should be living:
no longer feeling defeated or lost.
It's time to start being somewhat forgiving
to myself and not worry about the cost
of all my past regrets
from all the wrongs of done.
It's just not worth the stress
so I'll just turn and run.
And I will do my best
to try and be someone
who tries to change everything
about the way things are done around here.