What It's Like
When I laugh, I cry,
Always holding the pain inside
I'm like a screaming child.
My tears are wet, but they always dry,
Always finding some place to hide
I'm a number that can't be dialed.
My wings are broken, but I want to fly,
Instead, I'm paying for my next ride
Somehow, always feeling exiled.
I want to live, and I want to die,
It's like no one is on my side
I'm waiting to be reconciled.
Trying to breathe, but only a sigh,
I may have failed, but at least I tried
Faking it and forcing it, I smiled.
The question is always why,
Whenever answering, I've only lied
The truth only reviled.
I slowly turn toward the sky,
It all so open and wide
Begging for a reply, instead my words only filed.
Written on March 4th, 2016 and posted on March 30th, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin
Copyright © Michelle Corbin | Year Posted 2016
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