Sometimes,
I like to close my eyes,
And think of how everything could be different.
I like to weigh the pros and cons of all of you,
To see which one really is the best.
Sometimes,
My cat sleeps on my shoulder,
And purrs.
She jumps and hits my arm with her outstreched paw when I turn the page of my book.
That's what this bruise is from.
Sometimes,
I lie in my bed and cry,
Pity myself,
And hate the world.
Sometimes,
I laugh when I'm with you,
And Always,
That makes me happy.