I got tired of the norm
A lifetime of struggles
I don't even know how I feel
Happy or sad I can't tell
Moody i get without a cause
Choosing blame over responsibility
I survive instead of living
But there is a glimmer of hope
I still believe in me
And if doors swings in both ways
The Sun and the Moon share without a fight
Then this too will pass
It is just a bad day
But will be with a good ending
Just believe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And it sounds like a part of you knows that it might happen again. I suffer similar spells. Keep writing poetry to get out of them and share your wisdom!