The Workings Of An Idi*t Poem by Soren Valentine

You wake up, look out the window,
See the sun flood your room a little,
Tell yourself it'll be a good day,
But there's a doubt that never goes away.

You'll get up and go about your life,
Do your best to avoid all the world's strife,
Get home, dragging your feet on the ground,
And in the end you bring yourself down.

You know what to do, you know what's right,
But your selfishness yourself does benight,
Now you fall down, full of regret,
And you feel like such a hypocrite.

You bring yourself up now,
Say that you'll do better; how?
But you know what to do,
But the sadness never leaves you.

So the day ends and you go to sleep,
You pray and begin to weep,
Imperfect and full of self-hate,
Tomorrow will you do the same mate?

Of course, although you know better,
Express yourself, write a letter,
But you still know your in the wrong,
So you don't feel as strong.