Messiness

Going through troubles Hiding my mistakes Wading in the problems I kinda feel like a fake Hitting the bottom Every time I try to climb I’m buried in faults And running out of time The clock is going tick And I have nowhere to run Because they don’t know I can’t rely on anyone Struggling to keep my head Fighting to stay on top Feeling like I can never win Feeling like a flop So I hold my head up high And push past the disarray I know that I’ll find another one But that will be another day ©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

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Jan Allison

Date: 4/11/2015 2:33:00 PM

we all have troubles in our lives and hopefully eventually overcome them love the positivity in the final stanza:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx

Glory Winzer
Date: 4/12/2015 5:20:00 PM

Thank you. Strange though, how putting positivity on helps to overcome the troubles. : l

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/11/2015 2:27:00 PM

every day is a battle but it is our choice to make it fight the fight, lifes a beautiful thing our lives are short but our stories can last a lifetime, enjoyed this one love,p.d.

Glory Winzer
Date: 4/12/2015 5:19:00 PM

True immortality is what you leave behind, anyways. : ) Thanks for your comment.