The rain is still pouring
Exemplifying how my heart is melting
And falling onto people who could care less
My life feels like one big uncleanable mess
Stress, depression
It's catching up to me
And I can't seem to run away fast enough
You could look at me and I can make you believe I've got it all going for me
And I'm just fine letting you believe
All the things you think you know about me
Because I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me
I got myself to where I am today and I'm the only one who can change my story with a new page
Feelings of sorrow for oneself got one nowhere but exactly where they were when they began to feel that way
You cannot change the way you feel unless you want to
Nobody can change your attitude but you
I wish I could change the way I feel right now along with the way you feel
Something small, meant to me-the world.
It's like I'm getting a stop sign when an opportunity has surfaced.
But really there's only 2 ways it can really be stopped
One, they don't call for the job or two, I refuse and anything that comes my way I'm supposed to say yes to
Are you trying to make a statement? No, I'm writing
Down all the reasons we shouldn't be fighting
Regardless of what the job may require
You should be happy regardless that I relit the fire
Of life ‘cuz I gotta keep on moving
Well the gray clouds will soon fade & the sunshine is on its way
Are you a stranger?
No, but these are things I wish not to discuss
& the paper is how these things are released
& yes, it is a must
That I be alone & in silence, to think.
Makes sense?
Yes because you wouldn't want an audience by the sink when you're taking a dump
Same goes here. This is alone time, no need for rhyme
But in the end, what has this done
taken the anger from within and placed it on one...or multiple
pieces of paper to which one day I'll return
probably read, rip out, and burn
There are no mistakes here
Just lessons learned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem