The final poem I wrote ~
Some things are better left forgotten
Wake up late. Get up late.
"Late start is a bad start,"
Is what my mum would say.
My outfit is haphazard
And my left eyeliner's wing
Is lopsided. Not a good sign.
My breakfast order is late too...
"Excuse me, I ordered lunch..."
"Lunch?"
"I meant breakfast..."
"Apologies," they said, and
Gave me double what I ordered.
Too much.
At the station, there are
Not enough coins.
"You can use notes, you spaz."
Some things are better left
Forgotten.
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