Lines composed out of frustration and depression

We all have our role it seems and have established habits which seem impossible to break. In my case I feel like I am always the organiser, the person that reaches out to different friends, even to family and tries to get something going. The person that is somehow not tight enough with anyone to be included. The person that has to find the courage to reach out to people and is left dejected each time people are busy, knowing they won’t organise anything else. Normally, it’s a miner frustration but just having a school holidays filled with cancelled plans, non starters and having to organise everything it’s really gotten me down.

It must be nice

It must be nice

To see the messages

To book out the calendar

People reaching out

Inviting you to something

Waiting for what’s next

It must be nice

Not to need a plan

To find courage to ask

That crushing feeling

When everyone’s busy

And your left on your own

It must be nice

To be thought of

For a casual chat

a simple coffee

or something more

To be considered

It must be nice

Not to organise

To feel the pressure

To get it right

Not to be alone

When it falls apart

It must be nice

Not to question

Yourself so much

To wonder why

You’re not included

To be valued

It must be nice, but I wouldn’t know.


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