Why Is This So? - Poem by Meenakshi Hariharan
I don't feel like ascending the stairs,
I feel like doing nothing but sitting on comfortable chairs.
I don't feel like combing my hair,
and meeting up with my friend Claire.
Is this laziness
or the so called stress?
To my original self, I want to get back.
The fun and happiness which I now lack.
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