My mind is in muddled mass
It gets worse as the days pass
I live in silence not knowing what to say
Only speaking when needed during the day
Constantly tears prick the edges of my eyes
My head bows as I walk to try and hide
Concerned questions are constantly asked
I give a small smile and put on an act
At times I feel as though there are two of me
Fighting with each other to look out and see
Each wants a chance to conduct away
With them swapping, my mood will sway
Neither of them gets very long to stay
I wish that I could find the middle way
Somehow help them come to a compromise
Not waste away as time flies
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