Occasional Impressions Poem by Laura arwen

I'm getting mad
to not see
any progress
I can't control
and deny my
obsessions
I can't explain
why I'm empty
inside
Sometimes the society
wants me the
fail because I
don't have good
requirements
Probably I'm denying
the loneliness of
my own home
Sometimes I enjoy
donating something
Once in a
while I dream
to have a
different behavior
I'm not sure
what my priorities
are
In more than
one occasion it
seems that I'm
out of control
I need to
do some sport
exercises
I think in
my other life
I'm the owner
of a big
house
I lost the
enthusiasm of the
cleaning routine
I feel a
block in my
mind that it
is impassable
I'm tired to
be confused on
what I want
write or do