Strike it Up

This is me.
Sitting here
and being angry
about our dumb
NHS monthly meeting
at the glorious hour of 6:45
tomorrow morning.

Please gag me.
What in the hell do I care
what a bunch of 
"smart" do-gooders
want to do? 
What plans we have to
"improve our community"?

Don't care.
Want to stay in bed all day.
Don't want to say a word to anybody.
Unfeeling.
I am either
sad or angry.
That's it.

And since I'm
being a recluse
people ask questions
and I just don't want
to answer
because there are no answers.
"What wrong?"

Nothing.
My brain.
It's my brain
and there's no reason but that
but some people don't take the answer.
Some people are concerned.
Which is so nice,
but I please don't.
There's nothing you can do,
so please don't waste your time.

I'm just not all here.
Or all there.
I'm not thinking.
I'm not feeling.

Don't care
don't care.
Want to sleep.