Unreal

Tears on my face pouring down like the rain A past that always haunts me like a stubborn stain Heart tore to pieces in so much pain Lips on my face that no longer smile Laughter in my soul not heard in a while Spirit so beaten it refuses to stand Future so far I can't grasp in my hand Things happen in life I don't comprehend I wish I could write nice sappy poems Of love and the future, and a house that's a home Tired of replaying this same sad song Not being so weak and standing up strong Then I would be writing of things I don't feel Then this poem would be something that to me is not real