This pulse in my head starts pounding.
The clock is counting down.
Pretty soon my whole family will be in town.
The panic I feel is resounding.
Last week, finally, the tree went up.
Just a few days to go and there’s still so much to do.
I wish, everyday, I didn’t feel so blue.
That I had the energy and joy to not be slumped.
I scream on the inside.
My outside’s composed.
I breathe and I count but the darkness remains.
The holidays are a time for happiness from all sides.
So why do I feel like I’m going to explode?
The exhaustion of feelings that constantly change is the only holiday emotion I seem to maintain.
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