unopened mail

there are piles of unopened mail
filled with toll road bills and other 
things i will not face
this is not the time, nor the place

i can make my bed, that’s easy
but if you ask me if i’ve taken my meds 
i’ll say “no, i forgot to” and that
is the honest truth

dressing up and going out is nice 
i do have fun with my friends 
but at the end of the night 
i go home and ruin my mascara 
i sit in the shower and attempt to wash it away

“it will get better” 
i tell myself over and over
because if i say it enough i can start to believe it
i know feelings don’t last for forever.