Singled Out.
Sometimes you wonder
whether God made a mistake.
Because often it seems
that your life is a fake.
The things you do,
the things you say,
It's clear some days
that you're not okay.
The truth is something
you've barely known.
And it's the lies
that are only shown.
Your family, your friends
Not to mention mankind.
None to whom
you can speak your mind.
With your feelings kept in
Like some deadly sin
Oh, how hard it is
for you to live like this.
And every time
Someone asks "how are you?"
You smile and say "fine."
As though it were true.
But nobody knows
What's going on.
Why you cry at night
When to bed they've gone.
Sometimes you wonder
if it's all a joke.
But without the fire
there is no smoke.
So next you wonder
Why it has to be you
that all this seems
to be happening to.
Was it something you did?
Was it something you said?
There's so much you can't
get through your head.
Just when you think
The sun broke through
The clouds get together
To pour rain on you.
And as you stand there soaked
with nothing but a frown
You realize that no one
can see you drown.
15-05-10
whether God made a mistake.
Because often it seems
that your life is a fake.
The things you do,
the things you say,
It's clear some days
that you're not okay.
The truth is something
you've barely known.
And it's the lies
that are only shown.
Your family, your friends
Not to mention mankind.
None to whom
you can speak your mind.
With your feelings kept in
Like some deadly sin
Oh, how hard it is
for you to live like this.
And every time
Someone asks "how are you?"
You smile and say "fine."
As though it were true.
But nobody knows
What's going on.
Why you cry at night
When to bed they've gone.
Sometimes you wonder
if it's all a joke.
But without the fire
there is no smoke.
So next you wonder
Why it has to be you
that all this seems
to be happening to.
Was it something you did?
Was it something you said?
There's so much you can't
get through your head.
Just when you think
The sun broke through
The clouds get together
To pour rain on you.
And as you stand there soaked
with nothing but a frown
You realize that no one
can see you drown.
15-05-10
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What can I say? It all just got too much. :/I swear poetry is the next best thing for a cure right after laughter.
And no, music isn't always a good thing.
PS: I'm not depressed--well, I think I'm not-- and I'm not going to off myself so don't worry. (if, indeed, you are worrying.) I can handle it.
Well, I think I can.
Hmm. . .seems like I have a bigger problem. XD