Today is (Not) A Good Day Poem - my poem

Infinite Sky

It is not a good day

I am back in pre-school hell,

surrounded by disconnected train tracks and mini car dealerships.

Barbie and her clique look me up and down as I try to make a puzzle.

This one, however, is a bitch.

Only sky pieces, a cerulean sea split horizontally by thin gray clouds

The box says “Infinite World Filled of possibilities”

I see emptiness and indifference.

I put two together.

I stop.

Packs of tiny sneakers trample my infinite world, my possibilities. 

13 years later-

Puzzle pieces turn into schedules. 

Barbies turn into mean girls

and the tiny sneakers, well, I guess they stay the same:

Someone there to crush the art you make and the choices you make and the friends you make and the life you make, I-

I cant’t understand why I can’t put them together

But then I realize:

in this box, there are two different skies

and one is not for me.