The Fish

Maybe it really isn't me.  Maybe it's them.  I always hated that line, "it's not you - it's me," 'cause it's a BLATANT lie.  At least if you're going to lie, make it a good one.
I'm not lonely.  I'm frustrated at myself for having certain thoughts and not being able to take them out of my head.  I'm emotional.  I'm woman.
It's funny how people change around other people.  One minute you're all smiles and so very talkative.  The next you're the wallflower and depressed.  Is it really that hard to be the same person all the time?
Are we so caught up in our own lives that we forget how we affect others?
There once was a bird.  But her wings broke.  It wasn't her fault - it was the tree that lashed out at her in the wind.  But she shouldn't have been in the tree.  So it really was her fault.  Until the mayor came to wash her away in one swoop.  She became sushi.  People ate her and they loved her and she didn't like it very much, but it's work so she's supposed to like it.  One day she'll be a bird again.... One day.  At least the happy ending is that she knows that one day will come.  I promised her it would.