Treasure Island

Matthew Holloway

(10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

A feeling like this


A feeling like this
~
I hate this feeling
like a child powerless
to change the world about me
I’ve put my heart soul into it
and still feel like I'm failing
I try daily to maintain strength
to to retain a positive outlook
but at times its not so easy
I'd rather hide in bed
beneath the sheets and sleep
where the world can't see me
reach me or speak to me
its the weight of it all
however hard I love someone
its not enough at times
the energy I give to friends
to the projects I enter into
all feels wasted, lost
like it all comes to nothing
and I’m left feeling sorry
wishing I could do better
to change the world about me
I hate this feeling

Submitted: Sunday, February 05, 2012

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