I'm too smart for death
but too weak for life
I'm stuck so tight in the middle
there's just no room to be normal
I can't control my anger
I just keep it discreet
instead of fighting others
I give myself the black eye
I fear the day
I tremble for the day
when my anger shows its ugly face, my face
and all my ability to control it is gone
Every bad day is just a reminder
why I write these words
for these words keep my grasp
on reality, and sanity
I dont want to die for everything
or live for nothing
just something
and be on my way
There is no light at the end of my tunnel
but there is an end
for that I am sure
just as everyone has an end
All I have is hope
that someone will light my path
even for a few seconds as they pass me by
as they all pass me by
I dont see a reflection,
only a distortion of myself
not about what I am inside
but about what I feel
I am smart
I am good
I am only human
but I am here, for now
but what I feel
I see
and even I am reluctant
to dive into the depths of what is me |
Submission Name: Thoughts on a Bad Day
