Juggling
I never thought things would pan out this way
I figured i'd be alone for ever
No friends needed or required
They were simply not necessary
But here I am now
3 years into the future
I have so many friends
that to please them all
Is a huge feat in itself
So to juggle these friends
Like circus clowns juggle pins
It's really a difficult thing
Cause where does my happiness
fall into this process that's starting
to feel like manal labor
Sometimes I feel like i'm filling to capacity
Trying to please one and than the other
gets mad at me
Why do I always have to be a good friend?
I mean it's easier said than done
Especially when your juggling more than one
Where did all the fun go?
It went right out the window
I need a vacation
A lacky to take my place for a minute
So I can go back to the days of being alone
I'm not saying it was better
I'm just saying back than I only had one to worry about
and that was myself
I'm tired of juggling
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2006
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