The one person who knows and therefore I should tell
Is the one who receives the grief and the unnecessary yell
There's no control to have or handle to grasp
I may never be capable of finishing this dreaded task
This bad feeling so familiar, I might own it forever
And it seems like there's nothing ahead, but stormy weather
Anger, frustration and annoyance, without end
What to do with these sentiments, who wants a lend?
Bad behaviour, bad thoughts, bad mood and a bad time
Who really cares if a poem does or doesn't rhyme?
To me it's a worry and everything should be in sync
No matter how painful or how "over-the-top" you may think
Freaking me out and catching me off-guard
Can I run away or maybe just crawl that first yard?
Claustrophobic by all means, but no in the usual sense
My body, my mind are closed off by an invisible fence
The fence is slightly broken which fills me with disgust
That's only causing my doom and gloom, as incense turns to dust
Finally it happens and the sun is going down
The darkness will suite me better, it fits my horrible frown
One point to Anna and zero points to Fay
But who is keeping score, because I didn't want to play
Nobody told me, this was how it would feel
It's so unfair and all because I once started by skipping just 1 meal * * *
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