Crabby

Maybe it's the blissful fulfillment I see in others' smiles,

or the way they've reached their goals ahead of me,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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Perhaps it's the way that children won't listen to me,

or the way it seems everyone around me is spouting negative words,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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It could be the place under my fingernail where something pushed too deep,

or the way that my lunch hasn't settled in my tummy,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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Might be the way the house looks with chores undone,

or the extra time I spent at work playing catch up,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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Maybe it's the stack of unread books about to topple under its own weight,

or the numerous tabs on my browser open to unfinished tasks and the overly full email inbox,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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Maybe it's the unopened quart of chocolate ice cream,

or the denied guilty pleasures of other kinds,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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Sometimes you cannot know the why of your feelings.

Being denied the why makes me crabby, too.