The Show - Poem by Devon Malonson
I have to take a pill everyday
just so I can laugh and play
God forbid I miss a dose
or else I just want to go comatose.
Seeing me like this just doesn't make sense
I used to be so happy,
now life is just intense.
My poetry is my one and only vent.
Just a pad and pen is all i need to repent.
But no matter how many poems I write
my problems still remain
and it's just a never ending fight.
I try so hard
to make things right
and it drives me insane
each and every night.
I can't do this alone
I need someones help.
I'm losing motivation
for everything in life.
It takes every ounce of strength
just to lay in bed at night.
I'm running out of options
my will is running low.
At least it was one hell of a show
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