Sick
If You Only Knew What We Go Through
Just To Do Things You Do
The Simple Things So Many Take For Granted
Some Days We Can't Mentally Or Physically Stand It
Me Myself And I
How We Wish To Be More Than We Seem
More Than Cancelled Plans And Flakey Unkept Or Unclean
It's Always Something Every Day
Always An Excuse Or Reason To Complain
Me Myself And I
We Look As Though There's Nothing Wrong
Stuck On Repeat Same Old Song
Yet The Pain Is Real
Never Sure How To Feel
Me Myself And I
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
