Real Reality Poem by james d nall,jr

Today, I made the world a better place
Waking, with a big smile on my face
Tomorrow, we'll wait and see
I might, not make it, so filled with glee
It all depends, on how I feel
That, determines, if its a big deal
I might be in a foul mood
You may get treated, quite shrewed
You see, in each of us, there resides
The ability, to be good or bad, you decide
The days become what we make them
Whether, loving or murderous, on a whim
So, in the mirror, what you'll see
Everyones best friend or worst enemy
Its right there, under the surface
Lurking, waiting, a bit nervous
Let me out, Let me out, it does cry
If you do, you won't believe your eyes
Deep in our psyche, we all possess
The innate ability, to completely regress
Keeping those feelings in check is hard
Give them an inch, they'll take a yard
False smiles on our face, belie the reality
Behind our eyes, demons, escaping, in totality